Poem March 30, 1899 Issue

The Way

Keyes Becker

Bare was the cross, and gray,
But in the dreary province of the tomb
The body of our Saviour lay,
Awaiting resurrection from its gloom.

Unto His tomb at dawn
Came worshippers with oils and spices rare,
To find their loved Messiah gone,
The stone rolled back, an angel waiting there.

"Fear not: He whom ye seek—
The Jesus crucified—He is not here;
For He is risen, and will speak
The deathless Truth where'er He may appear."

Life, Truth and Love are real,
While sin, disease and death are passed away:
A risen Christ doth yet reveal
The meaning of Ascension and of Easter Day.

The Principle Divine,
The sinless Joy, the perfect Harmony—
What mortal tomb can these confine
When death is simply unreality?

Man is the thought of God,
The deep expression of Eternal Mind;
And all the paths that Christ has trod
Are in God's kingdom for each one to find.

Keyes Becker.

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