Poem October 1, 1955 Issue

"COME YE ... APART"

Marion Alice Bowers

"Come ye ... apart ... and rest," the Master said.
O Love divine, how great our need
Today to find
A quiet resting place,
Some holy ground where we remove
The sandals worn with treading ancient ways
Of fear and superstition.
Where we may bathe our feet,
And so refresh
Our understanding of reality.
There Truth shall take our garments,
Soiled with the market's traffic
Of weary, selfish fretting,
And give to us the seamless robe
Of unselfed love and Christly benediction.
Then shall we walk the common ways,
Shod with the gospel,
Clad in divine reflection;
And human hearts
Reaching to touch our thought
Shall find themselves regenerated, healed!