Poem July 10, 1943 Issue

This Is Our Church

Harriette Meldrim

Like a medieval fugitive from wrong,
Who fled before his wicked enemy
And found the church a sanctuary strong,
Wherein to claim impregnability,
So in this structure pure of Truth and Love
We find our refuge from pursuing foes,
A sanctuary safe, and high above
The fear and doubt and pain that would impose
Their tyrant rule upon us. Here our thought
Is elevated, roused to apprehend
And demonstrate true being, free and fraught
With power to heal and save and make amend.
This is our Church: a stronghold, shield, and tower,
Our rock against the storm in every hour.

Harriette Meldrim

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