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.
- George MacDonald |