Poem January 9, 1937 Issue

Communion

ELIZABETH B. CATE

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.

Forth from the feast, with a new inspiration,
Comforting, healing, the weary and ill,
Bidding the thirsty ones drink at Life's fountain,
Fare we, rejoicing, attuned to God's will.

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