Poem April 30, 1949 Issue

CONSCIOUSNESS

Edith Gaddis Brewer

I would go alone and find
What is granted to the mind
To partake of and to give,
Without audience to live.
The world's rush hurtles past
faster, faster, yet more fast—
trivial thoughts that cannot last.

I would hold me still to let
Thoughts I never could forget
Fill the moments of my day,
Nothing would I have to say.
No listener need hold,
no attention be controlled,
as great thoughts to me unfold.

I would learn how best to pray
All my Love-brimmed sunny day,
Learn like Jacob how to fight
In the quietude of night.
Gone is the mortal sense,
present Mind's eminence,
God's holy audience.

Edith Gaddis Brewer

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