Light for the Last Days

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire

… Drop Thy still dews of quietness

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and Thy balm;

Let sense be dumb – let flesh retire;

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire

O still small voice of calm!

John Greenleaf Whittier, 1807-92

Tony Pearce