Poem November 12, 1979 Issue

"Choose ye"

ELIZABETH GLASS BARLOW

Three young men,
Eyes and hearts
Fixed on the One,
Refused to bend,
To follow the liturgical worship
Of the king's idol—
So set, so tall,
So gargantuan in its glisterings.

Three young men,
Bound hand and foot,
Cast into the midst
Of the burning fiery furnace
Because they would not kneel,
Nor yield.

Then the king—
Did not we cast three
Bound ...?
But behold, I see four
Loose
Walking unharmed in the flaming midst,
And the fourth
Like the Son of God!

With whom do we walk?
Are we free
As those three young men
Who brought to light man's
Immortal history?

ELIZABETH GLASS BARLOW

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