Poem July 30, 1966 Issue

SIGNPOSTS

Mary Boyd Wagner

How could I know that I had found the road
To life eternal when there was no sign
That I could plainly read? Who can decode
That which the human heart cannot define?
How could I know if I had won salvation—
A sure cessation from all sense of strife?
None sees the end of mortal consternation
But him whose name is in the Book of Life.

At once my faltering faith is reassured;
My eyes are opened, and the scene made plain.
I see all manner of diseases cured,
And I, myself, released from fear and pain.
Healings are signposts marking all the way—
Pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

Mary Boyd Wagner

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