Poem October 12, 1968 Issue

THE WORLD

Martha H. Scherf

"Love not the world." With this I was agreed.
Revolted by its bluster, cruelty, and greed,
Its spurious peace and hectic speed,
I longed to break the senses' shackles and be freed.

All cries for help I heard as jeers and turned
Away. The dross of mortal mind I spurned.
To recognize God's man I yearned.
To light the world and love my fellowmen I learned.

I prayed and searched within, distressed
Still not to find the kingdom, heavenly, blessed.
"Come unto me, ye weary and oppressed,"
The Christ called me, "and I will give you rest."

I reached, and found salvation in the marketplace,
By witnessing to Love, reflecting healing grace.
Unfooled by mortals' unreal dreams and painful pace,
Right here I see God's image face to face.

Martha H. Scherf

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