Poem March 15, 1947 Issue

To Whom, O Father, Shall We Go?

JUDITH SOMERS COCKS

To whom, O Father, shall we go
To find content, relief from woe?
Where can we ever truly find
Peace, save within the Ego, Mind?

Although the world attempts to calm
The fears of men, and offers balm
To heal the pain that they endure, Such balm affords no lasting cure.

But here in Mind are beauteous things.
Here, free and unafraid, man sings,
"Lo, I love all, and all love me,
And we are all complete in Thee."

Can ever human speech make plain
The joy and peace of this domain?
Perhaps not speech, but thought can find
The message that will bless mankind:

"Fear not, beloved; you abide
In Him whom error cannot hide.
This is the dictum from above:
'All, all are Mine, and I am Love.'"

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