Dispel the Gloom

Although the Lord gave me a chrysalis

Of ebony that hides the white within,

He gave no mandate for the dark abyss

Between us. Through the blackness of a skin

He sees the heart, He listens--He, the King!

And hurls no dolorous fiat for a doom

That makes pariahs of a people. Fling

Aside all thoughts of hate--dispel the gloom!

This heart, with yours, hears well the clarion call,

The silent flashes from divinity;

It longs to batter down the blinding wall

Of race--assured that each is spirit-free;

For He, whose hands are scarred, knows every smart

And bids us walk as brothers--not apart.

The Lyric

Fourth in MFCP Clinic Poems, Oct. 1952