Heavy to bear, this burden of my own making.
What other is there?
Where were You, Father, when heaven forsaking—
Earth-scene looked fair—
I wandered witless in delusive light
Believing it my own?
Until I had to turn and face my night,
Such hurt before unknown.
So facing, found not hurt nor night—but You.
What other could there be?
Too quickly I had bought a charming view
(What could it hold for me?)
A lively scene, exciting in design,
Such splendid art;
Had hung it on my wall, thinking it mine.
It had no heart.
Now I seek You, altogether lovely One.
How earth weights fall
As bolder views of holiness are won!
Father, You are All.
Poems
Experience
From the October 1962 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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