Poem July 24, 1948 Issue

RED ROCK

May Bess Everitt

She sat beside this sea long hours;
She saw its many changing moods—
Changing with those of sky and clouds.
The steady beat of surf was muffled,
Blended with those firm heartbeats.
She heard, beyond the mighty wash,
The same low, sad, sweet strain
One other heard so long before—
Then beside the Sea of Galilee—
That song of angel throng that heralded
The Christ across earth's troubled sea,
Fulfilling prophecy
To speak again
Plainly enough for all.

May Bess Everitt

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