Poem November 29, 1947 Issue

THE UNFOLDING

Cosette E. Colby

Moment of peace, glimpse of eternity,
This is the fruit of being one with Thee.
Here in the sacred sanctuary of prayer
I feel Thy presence and forsake all care.

Though the demands of mortal sense may press,
I dwell in Thy encircling loveliness,
Seeing Thy power revealed renewedly
In prayerful glimpses of reality.

I have found peace where tumult raged, and strife,
In the unfolding sense of God as Life.
Like him who wrote, "It shall not come nigh thee,"
I have known peace and glimpsed eternity.

Cosette E. Colby

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