Encapsuled by deceptive minds that dreamed
of earthbound life of hatred and despair,
we could not free our shoulders, though they seemed
to sag beneath the burden they must bear.
Old hatreds' adamantine heaviness,
the width and height and depth of loneliness,
the empty desert of our homelessness
heavy and heavier made the galling yoke—
until we listened to a voice that spoke,
in accents God has blessed, "Come unto me,
all ye
that labour and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest."
Who was this "me"? and where could he be found?
We looked around
and searched for understanding of the Word
we heard,
exchanged our heavy hate for unselfed love's
own weightlessness,
filled our abysmal emptiness to place
God's presence there, for now we knew
God fills all space,
then left our capsules by the erasing sea
and traveled onward unencumbered, free.
1 Miscellaneous Writings, p. 241.
