Longing!

Longing!

Under the dark trees, there he stands, there he stands; shall he not draw my eyes? I thought I knew a little how he compels, beyond all things, but now he stands there in the shadows. It will be Oh, such a daybreak, such bright morning, when I shall wake to see him as...
Where has he Gone?

Where has he Gone?

Make no mistake If he rose at all It was as his body; If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse’ The molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the church will fall.   It was not the flowers, Each soft Spring recurrent; It was not as his spirit in the mouths and...