Poem July 2, 1938 Issue

Vision

MARION ALICE BOWERS

"See that ye be not troubled,"
Though from the seething sea of mortal thought,
The war god looms, terrific, horrid, grim,
Spreading confusion that is seen and felt
To earth's remotest rim—
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus, calm and strong,
Bringing to man enlightenment and peace.
What is this god of war? He is a myth—
And from the fear of him Love brings release.
"See that ye be not troubled."
Though in the microcosm of your own affairs
Arises tribulation—want and woe—
You have a secret, sacred place in consciousness,
A sanctuary of Soul, where you may go
And, in the solitude of Spirit,
Learn of the Father's plan for you and all;
See all the mountains filled with angel legions.
"Come ye apart and rest"—oh, hear this call—
"See that ye be not troubled."
O faithful heart, you do not stand alone,
For through the world is many a humble one,
Working with love for man and purpose true
To see and to reflect the perfect One.
They have not bowed the knee to hate or guile,
But steadfast stand expectant of the day.
The vision dawns upon the thought unselfed;
We see the end of all the upward way,
We see and are not troubled.
Behold the city clothed with that effulgence
That cometh not from sun or moon or star,
And, in its borders, neither fear, nor hatred,
Nor strife, nor care, nor any sorrow are.
Be still, dear heart, this consciousness of Spirit,
City of God, is yours within, today.
Its gates are praise, its walls are revelation;
And in its streets the little children play,
And none can make you troubled.

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