Memorial for Malcolm Drummond
The Traveller by Malcolm Drummond
Introduction
How few in number are the days
between the cradle and the grave
If we would look at life through mortal eyes.
But how infinite the day of Mind's creationVerse
The day on Spirit's calendar
is long and bright
With no new dusk to separate it
from the night.
We move on ever-lengthening beams
of Life aright,
Where Love gives everlasting birth to light
And sense is lost in sight.How magnificent the vision
of heaven's eternal height
Where Life can only bear us onto
spiritual delight.