Poem August 20, 1949 Issue

LIGHT AT NAIN

Alexander A. Le M. Simpson

Much people in darkness slowly walking.
Moving unwillingly out of Nain
To carry a young man to his gloomy grave,
With tears, backward-gazing, and death's apparent burden.

Much people seeing a great light, walking in sunshine,
Moving towards the city,
Following the Christ, beholding their visible Saviour,
With joy, expectation, and Life's splendent noon.

These two, like sun and shadow, meeting
In the open space outside the gates of Nain—
And the gloom halted.
And all stood waiting.

There was no cause for tears, though husband, son.
Seemed parted from her, nought left; for Life was All.
The Master had but to speak the Word
And Life's sunlight met and routed the night.
"Young man, I say unto thee, Arise"—that is, Awake
From thy dark dream, and know
Thy Father-Mother present, eternal good.

So he delivered him to his mother alive; and there came
Awe upon all, and the light shone upon all,
And God was glorified.

Alexander A. Le M. Simpson

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