Poem November 5, 1938 Issue

Healing

MARION WELLS DAVIS

When one has felt the influence of Love,
Emerging from his earthly, finite shell,
To touch the hem of Truth's own robe, 'tis well
That he should ponder deep those things above
Earth's understanding, seek to find the source
And fountain-head from which has come to him
That peace which passes understanding, dim
To mortal sense. That living water's course—
Through pastures green so silently it glides—
Washes all sorrow, sickness, sin, and pain
From human consciousness, with healing tides,
Revealing man's true birthright! Free again,
One knows oneself God's perfect child—abides
Beneath His sheltering wings, without a stain.