Poem July 8, 1944 Issue

Healing

KATHRYN LANEY

Truth heals so quietly
We hardly know
When fear and sorrow leave.
Nor how they go.
But soft on wings of Love
By angels wrought
God's healing presence comes
To wakened thought.
Then free, and finding peace
For which we yearn,
We do not question more,
But only learn
There was no darkened hour,
No loss, no fear,
For Love divine alone
Was always here.

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