I, Too

I saw fond lovers in that glow That oft-times fades away too soon: I saw and said, ‘Their joy I know— I, too, have had my honeymoon.’

A young expectant mother’s gaze Held earth and heaven within its scope: My thoughts went back to holy days— I said, ‘I, too, have known that hope.’

I saw a stricken mother swayed By sorrow’s storm, like wind-blown grass: I said, ‘I, too, dismayed Have seen the little white hearse pass.’

I saw a matron rich with years Walk radiantly beside her mate: I blessed them, and said through my tears, ‘I, too, have known that high estate.’

I saw a woman swathed in black So blind with grief she could not see: I said, ‘Not far need I look back— I, too, have known Gethsemane.’

I saw a face so full of light, It seemed with all God’s truths to shine: I said, ‘I, too, have found my sight, I, too, have touched the Fact Divine.’