The
"little book open"
MARGARET
WEIR WHYTE
"And I saw another mighty angel come
down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow
was upon his head, and his face was as it were the
sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: And he had in
his hand a little book open: . . ." —
REVELATION 10:1, 2 (to :)
What revelation this:
"A little book open,"
While angel voice doth
stir
The inner heart to
joy,
Like some glad
trumpeter?
All hail! Rouse ye!
Ye who would e'er
salvation know!
Behold, I come! Truth
nevermore concealed,
God and man to mankind
revealed!
A woman —
ready, waiting;
Resplendent in white robe
of sweet humility;
About her brow a royal
diadem
Beset with precious
jewels —
Trustworthiness, hope,
purity,
And one by far more
fair,
"Greatest of these," the
gem of charity.
She caught the clarion call,
The angel voice heralding
the dawn
Of a new day, the day of
liberty,
And hearkened.
The mist of cloud would
feign the vision dim;
But anon the mist lifted;
a rim
Of pure white light,
Blessed promise of His
presence,
Began to widen, to
glisten, to glow,
As day by day, by
twilight, by midnight,
Her tryst she kept with
God,
Hearkening, ever
hearkening —
And the "little book" was
done:
The Comforter, God's
revelation to mankind;
Spirit, the only; Life
and Love,
The all-inclusive
good;
Man in His image
made,
Perfect, pure, and
free,
Born not of mortal
breath, but immortality!
Now is salvation come, honor,
glory;
The "little book
open,"
Truth nevermore concealed
—
God and man to mankind
revealed!
[Written
for the Sentinel]
"The
'little book open'" by Margaret Weir Whyte
Christian Science
Sentinel, April 24, 1926
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