Message From Mars' Hill

After the struggle, what joy to let go!
To loose the frightened clutch, the nervous grip;
To pull aside the curtain and look out
Beyond the wall, beyond the strip
Called ours—the measured plot:
To leave the calendared computing mill
Of getting and losing,
To be still,
To take in the view—
Not really new—
Beyond the tent restricted to a few,
Held with tight cord to family stake.

On right hand and on left
The Word goes out: the barriers break.
For each must lengthen cords, enlarge the place
He lives in. "Of one blood" all men
Of every nation, every race.
Isaiah son of Amoz knew the Christ
Would show the way, knew it before the star
Guided the Magi.

Calvary was past
When Paul too saw the light.
And all shall come
To know they never left the Father's home.