Poem September 1, 1945 Issue

All Space Is His

LEETHA JOURNEY HOFELLER

They said a battle raged today somewhere—
A place that bore an unfamiliar name,
A fortressed island, and my thought turned there
Tortured with fear, until, as evening came,
I prayed and heard a still small voice come through,
Tender with Love's dear promise to my heart:
"God's kingdom, child of mine, is here in you;
You have no consciousness nor life apart
From Him who knows no time and fills all space."
Then instantly my burdened thought was stilled;
The island fortress ceased to be a place
Where pain and conflict, strife and death, are willed.
Through Truth surmounting claims of mortal sense,
I recognized divine omnipotence.