Poem June 18, 1938 Issue

The Heavenly Home

ALICE JACQUELINE SHAW

"The Son of man," he said,
"Hath not where to lay his head."
And he watched from the rocks
The little fox
Peer out from his hole and pass;
And the lark from the deep grass
Rise on high
To the great sun, to the great sky.

Were those beside him
Troubled at his word?
Was it as if he alone heard
The voice of his Father, telling him his feet must move
Swiftly, with the spirit of Love;
That he could not stay earthbound but must rise
Ever higher, ever above
The chaffering, buying and selling thoughts of men?

But if those listeners saw no earthly home
Whither they could come,
And yet saw how he smiled
Gently on them, as on a child;
Saw those deep eyes
Look somewhere far beyond their ken—
Seeing heaven no doubt—
Did they, standing as it were without,
Did even they, for a moment, see then
The way lie clear before them;
See the heavens open, and the Son
Sitting on the right hand of power?
And seeing, know their work was well begun?

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