Lenna G. Thomson, The Stairway</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=38.htm>Lenna G. Thomson</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Stairway</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>I stood at the head of a stairway,<br>At the top of a number of years<br>And gazed at the steps I had taken<br>With eyes that were filled with tears.<br>I plead in my heart with my Savior<br>A prayer that was deep and long.<br>I felt that my heart was breaking<br>For the days that were past and gone.<br>The years in my fathers cottage<br>Where free from care was my life<br>Seemed the years I most loved of the many.<br>I went from its doors a wife.<br>The gates of mother hood opened,<br>And I knew in my heart its joys,<br>As I clasped to my loving bosom<br>My dear little girls and boys.And the years of their maturing<br>Were fraught with joy and love<br>For I clung to the Father’s guidance-<br>Our Father in Heaven above.<br>Now the steps had all been taken-<br>A voice whispered to me I must go,<br>Must urn from the years that had vanished<br>And I found in my heart a woe.<br>I cried aloud in my protest<br>Oh God, must these years be lost?<br>They are all I have to my credit,<br>And I know right well the cost!<br>Then I heard a voice at my elbow, -<br>Dear child, look up and see<br>This voice you are hearing<br>Has never come from me.<br>The past is saved in the present,<br>The present is future’s sheaves,<br>The fruit has all be gathered -<br>There is nothing left but the leaves.<br>So Turn from the past your gazing<br>And look at the steps above; -<br>Each step is of burnished silver<br>In the bright clear light of love.<br>An use in each effort you are making<br>True wisdom and love, and prove<br>There is nothing lost in the taking<br>For wisdom is God, - So is love.<br>Then I looked above, and shining<br>Was a light so bright and fair<br>I saw more steps were added<br>This ever upward stair.<br>I knew that my work was ready,<br>Each step that I should mount<br>Was doubled up with value<br>With not a cent’s discount.<br>My heart was filled with gladness<br>And the tears were wiped away,<br>As I saw the morning sun rise<br>And new it another day.</b></font> </blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>