Poem March 19, 1949 Issue

LOVE'S OWN NOW

Iris V. Zea

There is no dim, frayed edge of yesterday
Nor fear-filled morrow to becloud your brow.
You live and move through all eternity
In Love's own now.

There is no lack, no age nor mounting years.
Break then the fetters that would make you bow
Beneath their weight. Dear child of God, you live
In Love's own now.

Iris V. Zea

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