Poem May 10, 1947 Issue

Being

EDITH GADDIS BREWER

Thou art.
Above all simile or metaphor of groping human thought
Thou dost exist—essential Life.
Before, beyond, embracing all this teeming present,
Thou dost persist—the ever-present.
Creative knower of the infinite, eternal plan,
Thy perfect purpose is revealed in man.

Because Thou art, I am.
And now similitude:
Surely Thy child must be
Like unto Thee.

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