Poem April 12, 1947 Issue

Awakening

ETHEL MUNRO GOSS

Out of the snare
Of grief and sorrow and crying,
Our soul is escaped
As a bird rises,
Strong-winged and free.
Out of the snare
Of self-pity and doubt and sighing,
Our soul is escaped
Into reality.
As a bird
Out of the snare of the fowlers,
Our soul is escaped,
No more to fear
The terrors of loneliness
That fly by night,
Nor the arrows of memory
By day.
The snare is broken,
And we are escaped,
Restored, awakened,
Beholding anew
The radiant light
Of Love's infinity.

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