I am not bitter. I do not look
With tear-filled eyes
Upon the world today.
I do not grieve, nor feel the pain
Of broken family ties
That many mothers fear
Because their sons have marched away
To serve the land they hold so dear.
Have pledged to stand that freedom's flag
May wave unfurled beneath the sky.
Ah! If they only knew
The peace that came to still
That human cry
When his eyes met mine
In that fond good-by.
There was no fear, no human will,
To mar the love that shone
Like some resplendent star.
He knew—no matter where, how far,
The journey he must make—
His God was there to guide and guard,
And take the sting
From evil's daring boast to bring
All men within its power;
That he could stand serene and safe,
And on His care depend—
A loving Father would His child defend
And in that triumph hour,
With victory won,
Bring home again—His son.
Poems
MY SON
From the January 1943 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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