Poem May 2, 1942 Issue

Look Up

F. INA BURGESS

When burdens seem to be too great for bearing.
And that which gave you happiness is gone,
When things once dear are found not worth the caring,
Look up, for dark is giving place to dawn.

These are the signs of Spirit's demarcation
Between the pure and paltry in your life;
It is the purpose of such separation
To grant you peace unscarred by human strife.

Rejoice, O child beloved, that Truth is stirring
The stagnant stream of selfish mortal thought,
And do not fear the changes now occurring;
In every heart some altering must be wrought.

The firmament is of the Father's making;
His wisdom draws that clear dividing line,
And you will find enrichment in forsaking
The unreal for the things that are divine.

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