Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1919-10-24
THE IMMORTAL SOUL OF FLAH-
DERS FIELD.


bend the Architect u the universe. and
enjoy a stroll in His garden. Al times
II moves inside. till We imagine il Is
going to tear loose and leave US alone
II dreams Of Immortality. and eternal
song and a sojourn in and about that
City which hath foundations"
Dreams. at times they lie heavily
upon the soul leaving n in a state o.
sadness mixed with grief. For the
optoniist and the pessimist agree 10
this-the soul has pensiye moods
Indeed. the Christian religion is not
without its note Of Sadness The same
J thing is true Of music. tears enrich the
tender notes Of song. Laughter Is
tears crystalized. They are filtered in
the heart and given TO the soul to
drink
{ Frequently it falls upon its knees
duplicating. whispering petitions that
move the entire being. Reaching out
! ike the hands Of an infant for the
skirts of its mother. Weeping like a
summer rain beating upon the face Of
a child. Beautiful like the sun shin
ing through the mist and making a
double rainbow above its head. When
IL rises from its knees you see a giant
balancing d mountain on his shoul-
ders. Carrying it to the brink of the
deep and dumping it into the sea.
With a rush the soul comes to the sur
face and plays upon his face like a be-
Iildered child, looking into the eyes OF
loving God. For when the soul is
heaving a monster mind is wrestling
breathing heavily like the orator who
ha3 not yet appeared upon the scene
10 deliver an GRAFTON on Flanders
Field- making every heart that lists
u his discourse on war a flower bed
IN which the poppies shall grow for
ever.
Pitiful. sad. for all we have up to
the present that immortalizes our bles-
sed dead is a poem. In Flanders
Field which far transcends any song
OF recent years. OH man and woman,
If j. B. Dykes were only here TO write
another tune, Lead Kindly Light"
would have its mate in reverent song.
For in this poem the soldier poet gives
every poppy in the field the crimson
glow of the New Wine" which our
Savior for every soul that viii sip
eternal life. For the soldier poet IS
now Priest Of the New Covenant, hold
ing in his hands the golden challice
ana bidding those who cling to the
cross of FLANDERS Field" sip an Eas-
ter eucharist
There is a glow 10 his countenance
like wee Miss trying to laugh while
its tiny body is quivering with pain,
and walks away like a saint whom
hunters find in the woods wrestling
alone with God. apparently ashamed
OF being caught in prayer, for the soul
is very shy and bashful, afraid of the
eyes of men. lest they laugh. God
alone, by right reserved, is allowed
to look the soul in the eyes for My
Me" is like the eyes of lover, shy and
timid.
When it chaae TO meet another soul.
however. of like knowledge experience
and expansion you see the personifi-
cation of the Stone Face and the Pot
on their way to the grove to worship
God, and thank him for the imperial
dream and the conscious Joy of being
Satisfied when we awake after His
likeness"
l have just finished what seemed to
me proper and fitting. a loving trib- /
ute TO our blessed dead who in quiet
repose are sleeping in no mans land
day which commentaries the resurec-
ton of our Lord (for every Sunday in
the church is a little Eastern His con 2
versation with Mary Magdalene at {
the tomb. the rending asunder of the /
cords OF death and our victory over
the grave, pass without mentioning
The gracious service and loving minis
try of our sister. the Red Cross Nurse.
would be thOughtlessly lacking in sym
pathy ard unmindful Of the magma
nimity and humanity OF the One Who
Tor the JOY that was set before her en-
iured the cross, despising the shame"
md the attending heartache connect
I'd with her ministry. For she, like
her Lord and Master went about do
ng good" She was the exemplifica-
ion indeed the embodiment of that
upon which our Lord put the
greatest emphasis; glass OF cold wa
er to thirsty soul or whispering in /
he ears OF a dying man Let not your
leart be troubled. Therefore, in mem
Try of her for whom the heart OF man
crows warmer day by day 1 dedicate
his memorial
WHEN WE REACH THERE.
See the golden roses there,
Resembling the crown she wears:
And boQuet OF lilies. too
An emblem of her love for you.
But as 1 linger at her tomb.
/ can't but think deaths cruel,
To rob us of the priceless jewel:
That always 6ispelied our gloom.
And made night look like noon.
But as ] mourn alrs forlorn:
And Death mocks and scorns.
And seems to think she was born ,
For Him TO fondle in his arms ,
o Death. she is your prey.
And mouldering now in silent clay.
But not through all eternity: z
For on the eternal morn ,
The frail form
That We have worshipped through / q
the storm. D
Shall rise in triumph over Thee
And mock the palace YOU call your
See;
For it can never be. In
That Death will reign eternalls D
Then we'll ever walk with her.
The blissfuI streets over there