No Longer Forward nor Behind

No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear;

but, grateful, take the good I find, the best of now and here.

I break my pilgrim staff, I lay aside the toiling oar;

the angel sought so far away I welcome at my door.

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For all the jarring notes of life seem blending in a psalm,

and all the angles of its strife slow rounding into calm.

And so the shadows fall apart, and so the west winds play;

and all the windows of my heart I open to the day.