Poem October 15, 1949 Issue

SHEKINAH

Joan McWilliams

Always I toiled along the arid years;
Always I tackled error in the gloom,
Adding self-condemnation to the fears,
Counting the cobwebs in a darkened room.
Maybe I tried too hard to find my place;
Maybe the work I did was overdone.
Lately I listened, and the Father's grace
Quickened the silence, spoke to me, His son.

Joan McWilliams

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