THE POEMS OF MARY BURNS
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Message from God The time-worn sun has come to rest
Among the purple-spattered peaks.
The Artist knows His colors best
And to the mountains thus He speaks.
Raise thy arms in splendor royal;
Take no rest at set of sun.
Refuge be for those who toil.
Shade them when their work is done.
Stand a model there for man;
Draw him to you as you call.
Teach him to believe again
Ere Eternal Darkness fall.
On The Death Of Teenagers [The year before she graduated from high school, three
kids were drowned after the prom in a car accident near
Lake Delawware outside Columbus. Mary wrote this, but
was to shy to give it to Journalism Department for our
1949 yearbook.]They are asleep and shall not waken more
Upon this earth, but on another shore.
The ship has said with tears and fond goodbyes;
Our faces paled and sorrow met our eyes.
The Lord has come to ask of us a price;
They have gone home, back home to Paradise.
They will be there to greet us when we land,;
Our own so fair will take us by the hand.[Mary says, "I no longer believe this way; if God intends
for death to be NO PAIN, He also means no emotional pain,
so He would not permit souls to SEE what their progeny is doing.
So I no longer believe the dear departed are watching over us."]
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