One Morning
(From the German of Fritz Schnack)
The light,
Flows spring-like out of the night,
And the big splashing wave
Spreads over the earth’s surface ...
White villas glisten in the light
Glowing all around with red roses;
Laughing young beauty blooms
On every threshold ...
At a distance I stand and watch
And think: whoever thus can build ...
And longingly go my way.
An Isaiah Without A Christ
And the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Son of Man, prophesy, and say thou unto them that prophesy out of their own hearts, hear ye the word of the Lord; thus sayeth the Lord God: woe unto the foolish prophets that follow their own spirit and have seen nothing. O Israel, thy prophets are like foxes in the desert.—Ezekiel 13:1-4.
CHARLES ZWASKA