Poem September 21, 1963 Issue

THE WALL

Elizabeth Rogers

We were not tall
enough to see beyond the somber wall
of ignorance and fear.
We held our purblind prejudices dear.
Then came
the Christ-idea's golden candle flame,
and gently told
of light that lay beyond our prison fold.
We listened and would break
the adamant for our own comfort's sake,
but we were free
by also lifting others up to see
glad fields of Love,
where man in God's own image lives, above
earth's hurts and rifts.
What seemed a wall is now but mist that lifts
and drifts away,
revealing Truth's enlightened "children of the day."

Elizabeth Rogers

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