Ascension Day
“A Cloud received Him out of
their sight.”
When Christ went up to Heaven
the Apostles stayed
Gazing at Heaven with souls and wills on fire,
Their hearts on flight along the track He made,
Winged by desire.
Their silence spake: “Lord, why
not follow Thee?
Home is not home without Thy Blessed Face,
Life is not life. Remember, Lord, and see,
Look back, embrace.
“Earth is one desert waste of
banishment,
Life is one long-drawn anguish of decay.
Where Thou wert wont to go we also went:
Why not today?”
Nevertheless a cloud cut off
their gaze:
They tarry to build up Jerusalem,
Watching for Him, while thro’ the appointed days
He watches them.
They do His Will, and doing it
rejoice,
Patiently glad to spend and to be spent:
Still He speaks to them, still they hear His Voice
And are content.
For as a cloud received Him from
their sight,
So with a cloud will He return ere long:
Therefore they stand on guard by day, by night,
Strenuous and strong.
They do, they dare, they beyond
seven times seven
Forgive, they cry God’s mighty word aloud:
Yet sometimes haply lift tired eyes to Heaven–
“Is that His cloud?”
Whitsun Day
“When the Day of Pentecost was fully
come.”
At sound as of rushing wind, and
sight as of fire,
Lo! flesh and blood made spirit
and fiery flame,
Ambassadors in Christ’s and the
Father’s Name,
To woo back a world’s desire.
These men chose death for their
life and shame for their boast,
For fear courage, for doubt
intuition of faith,
Chose love that is strong as
death and stronger than death
In the power of the Holy Ghost.
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