Walk
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, do you yeild? Will
You leave the flowers for the crown'
Then into His hand went mine,
And into my heart came He;
And I walk in a light Divine,
The path I had feared to see.