Poem June 26, 1954 Issue

"COME UNTO ME"

Margery Todahl Blokhine

"My yoke is easy, and my burden light;
Come unto me, ye heavy-laden. Yea,
Ye shall have rest." What more could Jesus say?
How could he offer to the traveler's sight
A sweeter prospect, fuller hope—with fright,
Frustration, weariness, all washed away
In the rich promise of a nobler day
Untouched by the mirage of time or blight.

"Come unto me." So speaks the Christ; and so
Are mankind summoned to the Father's arms.
With the Son's guidance in their journeyings,
How glad each step! What comfort thus to know
The brazen falseness of the world's alarms,
The peace God's glorious omnipresence brings.

Margery Todahl Blokhine

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