Communion

Up to the infinite source of our being,Faith is ascending, triumphant, today;Bright are its visions of God, ever present,Lifting our thought from the clod and the clay.

Silently kneeling, in holy communion,Breaking the bread of devotion and prayer,Drinking the cup of true self-immolation,Hearts are exalted—His image we bear.

January 9, 1937
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