THE STREETS I FEARED TO SEE
I said: “let me walk in the field?” God said: “Nay, walk in the town.” I said: “There are no flowers there.” He said: “No flowers, but a crown.” I said: “But the sky is black, There is nothing but noise and din.” But He wept as He sent me back, “There is more,” He said, “there is sin.” I said: “But the air is thick, And fogs are veiling the sun.” He answered: “Yet souls are sick, And souls in the dark undone.” I said: “I shall miss the light, And friends will miss me, they say,” He answered me, “Choose tonight, If I am to miss you, or they.” I pleaded for time to be given; He said: “Is it hard to decide? It will not seem hard in heaven To have followed the steps of your Guide.” I cast one look at the fields, Then set my face to the town; He said: “My child,…
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