The Silver Cord

I prayed – Dear Lord, let me chain myself to thee, that I may never stray!

Through thoughts of chains, a shining word, No chain, my child, but a silver cord. 

In that simple thought I see, how thou higher art than me

Foolish are we men – our thoughts are small, and low, and hard we call,

Twisting, driving, hoping thus our fellow man by force to sway.

 

We see not thy higher ways from these, our earthen dusty jars

Our imagined modes and mediums unenlightened are — are but empty tediums.

When through our own small eyes we make, we mar and bind that endless “Thee;”

The Truth, The Life, The Way,  — Who Art! – Ah, Lord! These things we cannot chart,

But looking above we see from afar, the shimmering glow of the dancing stars.

 

But thou who art thyself The Life, and Light, and singing Heart of all;

Working from within a man thy thread, on secret tracks runs on ahead.

Thou wilt not force free hands, nor tie them up with bands,

Until a man,  free, will come, patient thy silver cord will hum,

For time and space are thine, my Lord; thou knowest our secret call.

 

The hearts of man thou wilt not chain — not chained, as men would have it be,

From thy hand a cord; and more — a ray, a light, that glows by night and day.

A Love that out-reaches, and inward flows, fibers humming, it warmly glows,

That thy child may find it, in darkness lost, through swirling mists and biting frost.

No need have you, my Lord, for chains — for thou hast bound thyself to me.

 

Father, thou art bound to me?I thank you! — Then also bound to help me grow;

For I am weak, and small, my cords to bind are fragile, feeble things.

When my ties to thee next lose their hold, when memory of thy shining face grows old,

If my heart should seem lose its zeal, if thy will should seem suddenly unreal,

Let thy love around me stronger grow, that my heart may hear, and up, and go.

 

~ Beth Frances 🌸

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Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?

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