Poem March 13, 1943 Issue

Awake!

MADELEINE E. SCHOBL

Awake ! The sun of joy gleams all around you.
'Tis but in dreams you struggle through a night
Pursued by enemies, fear-thought creations.
Awake to heaven's pure, eternal light!
The earth-lulled dreamer cannot see the Father.
In prayerful vigilance is heard His call:
"Rejoice, my blessed, faithful child. Come higher
And find thy Life, thy consciousness, thy All."