Poem November 30, 1957 ISSUE

THEY JOURNEY ON

William Aubert Luce

They journey on—the loved ones who have steppedBeyond our ken of mortal sound and sight.And we who mourned through shadowed hours have weptSuch needless tears. They journey on in lightAnd Life, still moving in Mind's radiant now.Serene, they see that death could not destroyOr bless their way. The Comforter will plowAnd plant bereavement's solitude with joy.Then, linger not in grief. They are not gone.They want no tears nor plaintive elegy.Their vital consciousness continues on—The indestructible reality.The loved ones who discern that Life is MindShall leave the broken death dream far behind.

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