Poems By Arjava

THOUGH it was dark on the earth side,

It was Light above, below,—

A geyser of truth from the darkness,

Out of heaven a torrent-"flow.

Though the rocks were hard and barren

And their hate was the watershed,

There's a grove where the leaves are thorn less

And each bloom is a perfumed red.

Boles of strength with that whisper of blessing—

Not one atom is lonely there—

The achieve and the goal of oneness

Through the leagues of flame-bright air.