One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This

 One wants a teller in a time like this

One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.


One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.

One wonders if one has a home.


One is not certain if or why or how.

One wants a Teller now:

Put on your rubbers and you won't catch a cold
Here's hell, there's heaven.
 Go to Sunday School
Be patient, time brings all good things--(and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)
Behold,
Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.

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