Poem May 3, 1941 Issue

From Cross to Crown

MABEL CONE BUSHNELL

"HE saved others; himself he cannot save."
'Twas this they said of Jesus;
They did not realize, these foolish ones,
That all his gentle, loving life
Was lived to show his fellow men
The sure salvation of God;
The glorious love divine
He gave his fellows so unstintingly,
Remained unspent
To free him from the very toils
Morality had made to bind him.
The taunting words of those who knew not God,
The woe of gentle womenfolk who dearly loved,
Not all this show of hate or grief
Could change one jot or tittle
The joyous truth that he knew well—
Man in the likeness of his Father
Is neither born nor dying;
Untouched by all that matter claims,
Real man lives on forever.

And mid the darkness of earth's terror,
When greed in shrinking horror fled;
When fear and hate in anguish unabated
Felt fitfully the quaking earth's revolt,
Then wonder came on all
That such upheavals could be brought to pass.
And those who later Godward turned
In unreserved adoring,
Awoke to realize the presence of the Christ.

The veil is rent!
Today, as in those days of old
When gentle Jesus trod the paths of men,
And saw the nothingness of sin,
We realize and know that as he thought
We too can think. We too can drop
The garb of mortal living,
And take upon ourselves the purity of Spirit.
The cross may seem to bring
The clamor of the mob,
The boastful cries of mortal sense,
But clear above the din of human lies
The voice of Mind commandingly
Asserts itself, and spiritual man
Is seen as Spirit's true revealing.
This is the goal, the crown of Love,
This true reflection of the only God:
As Jesus saw, so can we see.
From cross to crown he showed us all the way;
From birth to resurrection
His glorious story runs, and victory
In all his ways is shown us for our comfort.
Like golden thread of sunshine
Breaking the mists of fear,
We see him overcome, till enmity is nothing and
Love the way has shown.

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