Keep Groping

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about them. It is unjust to ourselves and unjust to others. Some people treat their faults as though they were flaws in the Portland vase of a noble nature, and as if — pointing them out were practi- cally banishing them forever. — Nature is constantly giving us new turns of the road. It may be a birthday or some general anniversary in the cycle of the year. It may be some red-letter day in the private calendar of

our emotions, or some date eloquent to us as telling of some joyous "first'' or some pathetic "last" time in the sacred diary of the heart. It may be a supreme sorrow, an agonizing sense of loss,

the coming of a great joy, the closing of some epoch in our lives, the proving of the actuality of something too awful for us even to have feared, some exultant half -hour that changes irrevocably all our living. These and numberless other days, hours or single moments, may bring us alone to — the turn of the road. Then may come one of those rare moments of life, of fine spiritual discernment, of luminous revelation, of coming to one's highest self, when the sordid, the mean, the temporary, the selfish are stripped in an instant of their garish shams and tinsel. Then the real, the true, the eternal stand out in their majesty, bathed in the splendor and glow of the revealing of truth. In such a spirit the very tingle of the inspiration of the infinite fills us. We seem born again to new, better and greater things, for we have seen the divine vision — at the turn of the road. (The next article in this series, "Facing the Mistakes of Life," will appear in the February Era.)

Keep Groping. {For the Improvement Era.)

A dreamer in thought's vastness cries: "Alight! alight! for my blind eyes, Bring forth a light— God hear my sighs Before my soul in darkness dies!"

A voice then answers mild and low: "Be still, my child, and you shall know Great light doth from great efforts flow, Keep groping, and thy soul shall glow!" Salt Lake City, Utah. William J. Kohlberg.