Poem December 3, 1955 Issue

THE LIGHTED WAY

Elizabeth Rogers

When first the way-worn pilgrim sees the bright
lone daystar gleaming
through riven cloud banks of his false belief,
his heart is lifted up in glad relief.
This radiant beam, he knows, is not some brief
will-o'-the-wisp-like seeming,
but symbol of God's law, "Let there be light."

The pilgrim, now rejecting doubt and fear,
follows the constant ray.
As step by step he patiently proceeds,
trusting its light to fill his present needs,
the severed clouds disperse, the night recedes,
dawn brightens into day,
and Truth's perennial noon is now and here.

Elizabeth Rogers

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