Poem July 31, 1943 Issue

"Write them not"

KATE E. ANDREAE

One there was who prayed to see revealed
Such things the earthly-minded cannot know.
His prayer was answered! Hidden springs did yield
Their mighty waters which to all would flow—
Clear, crystal streams of purest thought divine.
For, listening, he heard an angel cry;
Its voice was loud, the message did outshine
All earthly glory. Lo! from God on high
It pours its light and loveliness around
On all who, looking up, will see and take
The verities which in Love's realm abound.
What though it cause the earthly shrines to shake?
What if from out the ages' history
The phantoms rise of evil's mystery?

When seven thunders crash, when evil's might
Parades so vauntingly in fierce array,
While war and devastation in our sight
Obscure the glory, light, and joy of day;
Turn from chaotic mirage, pain, and fear,
From woes and tribulation—cannon's shot!
Wait for a while; erelong you'll surely hear
The angel's voice entreat, Oh, "write them not"!
For never can these evils which we face
Be written in the records of our Lord.
They are not true! however blatant, base,
However wildly harsh storm-winds have roared.
There is no evil, sin or death or hate!
These cannot find or pass through heaven's gate.

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