Poem March 30, 1957 Issue

SOUL KNOWS NO PAST

Myrtle A. Cash

Soul knows no past; it knows not even yesterday.

Shall we not let the unreal pain fall back to dust
from whence it came?
Then pressing on, shall we not see reality?
And time a myth to blind us to eternity?

Shall we not share our store of Soul's sufficiency
And, loving Truth, in faith and hope and charity
Strong courage build and character of worth,
With patience to withstand the buildings of humankind
and mortal mind?

Shall we not look beyond the buffetings to God,
to Mind's design,
And searching there with Truth-filled thought,
shall we not find
Man as he is, a being true of finest gold?

Shall we not let consuming flame of Love divine
Remove all trace of haunting human history,
And know God's day forever here: untouched by wrong,
by sin unstained,

Engraved by Soul with purity,
With harmony of gentleness and tender care,
A day for trust in good, enshrined in constancy
of humble heart,
Or imaged forth in innocence
of child's sweet face?

Love shows to us today the beckoning road
that leads to God
Through fruitful fields of motives pure
and judgment just,
To lofty deeds of selfless grace that cancel sin
and Love's debt pay.

Soul knows no past, no memory of yesterday.

Myrtle A. Cash

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