Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Theologian's Tale; The Legend Beautiful”
In my chamber, alone, on floor of stone, and in deep contrition for sins my of my indecision. I have forgotten my mission… my sense of indecision. Praying for greater self-denial in temptation and in trial. It was noonday, seen by the sun dial… the sun dial. And, what now, is this blessed vision? Oh, not as crucified and slain. Not in agony of pain. Not with bleeding hands and feet. No slogans, no guilt, and no blood in the street. Is this, my maker, I meet? Should I stand or remain on my knees? Is this, my maker, I meet? Glory from above speak, please! Then a voice within their breast said, “Do thy duty; that is best. Leave unto me, the rest… trusting in me, your only quest. Leave unto me, the rest”.
