Poem June 26, 1943 Issue

Word of Life

EDITH GADDIS BREWER

I search in ways of yet uncharted thought,
Seeking the word that might express my own
Sense of emergence, with such struggle fraught.
Having no word, how can my thought be known
But by the light of inspiration shown?
I sight horizons, glimpse illumined peaks;
I hear the music of an overtone—
All hints of far beyonds for him who seeks.

"Life" is the word. The still, small voice now speaks.
Life is that utter Word which God has spoken;
Life of all life, the Life I know my own,
Word which the bonds of time, space, death has broken.
In resurrection word and deed unite
And immortality is brought to light.