Poem July 11, 1964 Issue

COMPANIONED

William Aubert Luce

I am companioned though you are gone;
From selfish yearning my heart is free.
Still you are loving; still you are loved:
Veil of a moment hides you from me.

How could I sorrow? Death is unreal.
Life has no vacuum; Love has no gloom.
Thronging the silence—angels of God
Fill with new gladness your empty room.

Beauty for ashes, laughter for tears,
All this you gave me while you were here.
Treasures of Spirit, friendship and love—
I hold them precious. I hold you dear.

Love's compensation blesses this hour;
Tenderest Being knocks at my door.
With or without you, God is my All.
I am companioned forevermore.

William Aubert Luce

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