Poem June 14, 1947 Issue

Domain of the Living God

M. ELIZABETH KIRWIN

Where is mankind's Holy Land?
Is it far across the ancient sea,
A strip of rugged wilderness
With waters tied by Jordan band?
Is it olive, grape on fertile slope,
Desert sand and blazing sun?
Gentile, Jew, bond or free,
Wailing still for age-worn hope,
Yearn no more for distant field.
Close at hand are vines to tend,
Sheep to pasture, fish to net;
Blessed tasks abundance yield.
Man, why seek for distant shores
To win, to hold from carnal foe?
your Holy Land, God's whole domain,
Is found in Mind, already yours.