Poem October 15, 1949 Issue

NEVER A BACKWARD GLANCE

Grace Nixon Stecher

Why should it take the stubborn feet so long
To find the shining highway of the Word?
Why should we need to hear an angel's song
So many times before the heart is stirred?

Driven by sense catastrophes, we flee
Out of the lava's fierce, consuming flow,
And yet so often turn again to see
If, in the burning, all our idols go.

Lingering feet become as pillars of salt
Caught in the molten rock of ancient fires.
Oh, to move on and up with never a halt—
Never a backward glance at crashing spires!

Grace Nixon Stecher

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