Poem April 26, 1947 Issue

Unmoved!

CONSTANCE DAVIS GUNDELFINGER

What though the great trees blow and bend
Beneath the chilling blasts of earth,
And brittle branches stark and stripped
Reach upward to a starless sky?
The storm must surely pass!
And once again the wind-swept boughs
Will rest in quietness and peace,
With star-gemmed heavens over all.
And blessed stillness reign.

So must we stand through storms of sense,
With roots but stronger for the test.
Rejoicing in the confidence
Of freedom from all harm;
Our hearts serene, exalted, free.
And safe in Love's retreat.

Though storms may shake the very earth,
We still can stand—unmoved!

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