All the Days and All Day Long

There was a traveler 

• who at first saw nothing that was shining in the wood.  
• After a while the thought moved softly - 
• "I am with you all the days, and all day long."

But just as a flower 

• never presses its sweetness upon anyone 
• but freely gives to him who desires it, 
• and to him as often as he will, 
• so that thought of peace did not force itself upon the traveler, 
• and yet it did lovingly offer to his lips a cup of healing.

And then - 

• but how it came to be so has never yet been told - 
• the gloom of the darkness was gone, 
• the light in the wood shone forth 
• and the glory thereof. 

Adapted Excerpt From

Gold By Moonlight by Amy Carmichael