Poem May 28, 1949 Issue

BARS OF SENSE

Hallie Dupree Shipman

In the deep and throbbing stillness of the night, when sleep
Deserts me, I ask,
How should I feel if I were imprisoned and if no one cared?
For that I turn with swift compassion to all those held by
Cold, forbidding walls.
I pray to understand that Love wraps its warmth about them;
That God's rich truth is stilling all their hunger;
To know that their thought can be purified and lead them
To open doors to their complete freedom.
Then thanking God for His loving care,
I fall into a quiet sleep.

Hallie Dupree Shipman

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