What buildings are they there across the way,
The tops of them alone exposed to view?
I turned some corners climbing here today,
And bade the old habitual things adieu:
No thing I know to greet my sense–I’m lost!
No help to aid my eye, tell south from north;
Until, upon the darkened sky embossed,
I see, as though by giant hand held forth–
The tower of my own familiar church!
I thrill down deep at symbolism here:
That Christ should reach a one in this strange perch
Again to show that He is always near!
The buildings now I know–and this event
Has taught its lesson, and I am content.
Fin. 12-1-43, and actually
started 11-29, sitting in a
Dentist’s Chair!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 1, 1943
