Poem August 11, 1945 Issue

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EDNA WISE WEST

Once, long ago, a wise friend said to me:
Never be satisfied with half a loaf,
But claim the whole!

And yet, withal, how frequently,
Gaining a modicum of promised peace,
A little higher sense of Love, some sweet surcease,
Some little lifting of the trial we bear,
We are so satisfied to linger there.
Strangely, and even passively, content,
We wait within the vestibule of Soul,
Afraid, or all too diffident,
To pass the ever-open portal through
And confidently, joyously, attain unto
The perfect goal.

Not part, but all, the Father freely gives
To him who in His blessed bounty lives;
Who dwells where, deep, Life's healing flood tides roll,
And dares to claim the whole!

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