Poem July 4, 1970 Issue

NEW JERUSALEM

Pearl Strachan Hurd

What is the news—wireless? Cable?
Airmail or word of mouth? The news?
From conference rooms, from council chambers?
Bewilderment, confusion.

But listen!

Listen! The Revelator told it:
No longer any curse, And no more sea.
No Red Sea to be crossed again,
or Jordan. And no ancient enemy
enslaving, harassing, pursuing.

Two books describe it: peaceful and foursquare,
its boundaries symbol of equality,
as long as broad, as long as high.
John saw it possible to see—on earth!

No longer any national, tribal god
expected to crush, dispute, divide.
Gates flung wide, wide open to those
obedient to divine commands.

Home, heaven to all—to all
who enter the eternal city
and make their permanent address—
the new Jerusalem.

Pearl Strachan Hurd

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