Poem December 13, 1930 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

No Separation

ANNA EMANUEL WILLIAMS

Through human silence comes the voice of God,Dispelling doubt, and compassing aboutWith tender loving every weary heart.Through human silence comes the voice of Love,Filling all space, so that I no more missThe sound of human speaking, or the touchOf human fingers that once clung to mine.

God's peace is here; the human silence fadesAnd in its place sweet angel-voices ring,And fill eternity. God's tender handHolds mine. And so I no more feel the lackOf human comfort, for the angels singA sweeter note than ever human heartCould think to utter, be it e'er so sweet.

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