Voices; Birth-Marks; The Man and the ElephantHolt, Mathew Joseph
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Voices; Birth-Marks; The Man and the Elephant
Holt, Mathew Joseph
Kentucky -- Fiction; Kentucky -- History
From this floating altar, He spoke to them of the sower:
“Behold, there went out a sower to sow; it came to pass;”
And other parables; until twilight, dispersed the mass.
Then His message delivered and the day’s work done at last,
Said to His disciples: “Let us pass to the other side.”
VIII.
Following after, “there were with Him other little boats;”
Bearing those minded to receive him, having heard His call.
The Master slept, cradled on the bosom of His own sea.
His deep serenity was not troubled. Why should it be?
He had spent the day healing; and tendering life to all.
IX.
Mid-way a storm arose and whipped the sea to anger.
His disciples watching the wild, wind-lashed waves pile high,
Were frightened. Thinking the boat sinking, began to cry:
“Master, carest thou not that we perish? The boat will fill!”
And he arose, rebuked the wind, saying: “Peace be still.”
X.
They wondered at the calm. The wind knew the voice of God.
They had not said: “O Master! save the other little boats!
The men following us are in distress! We are with Thee.
There is no one with them who can still tempest and sea!”
And the Master wept, knowing His own received Him not.
A Genealogy.
Fancy, fairest of the fairies,
Wedded Light, first of creation.
Unto them was born a daughter,
Hope, most graceful of earth’s creatures.
Vision, traveling from earth to heaven,
Saw her flitting in high places;
Charmed by her face and figure,
Boldly made her his prisoner.
When he found all dreams were of her,
And his thoughts clung close about her,
Fearful now that he might lose her,
To increase the ties that bound her,
Gave her Love and thus he held her.
Thus was born earth’s fairest daughter;
Eldest child, and the most tender;
Who brought with her of God’s treasure,
Service in unending measure.
This was given unto Adam,
As he slept in peaceful Eden.
To them came a second daughter,
Of mystic, immobile figure,
Who never strayed from her way,
Nor wavered in her purpose.
’Twas Faith, invisible virgin;
Pure priestess of Immortality.
The incense from her altar fires,
Bears man’s prayers to infinity.
Next unto them was born Reason,
Skeptical chemist, who would test.
All pearls in mind’s muddy acid;
And if found unsoluble bury them,
Wrapped in the shroud of denial.
Reason wandering in the dark,
Met Caution, a sombre maiden;
To them was given a son, Doubt;
Dark visaged and night loving;
Shadow to himself and others;
Blind leader of the nearly blind.
Hope saddened by a first shadow,
Sought relief in fair Tomorrow,
Land of Sunshine, Realm of Gladness;
And there found Truth, dwelling sublime,
In isolation, on a mountain.
“Come unto man’s world, brightest jewel;
Cure earth’s sadness, dispel darkness;
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