Poem December 23, 1950 Issue

TRUTH'S ETERNAL SPRING

Gerald Stanwell

The pure unfolding of a true idea
With petals formed of deeds of truth and love,
When entertained, becomes Love's richest flower
And lives to bless beyond the passing hour.
This is the flowering wreath for any friend
Whose life we cannot see with human eyes.
The fragrance lives with us. It never dies
Into a vale of dreams. Love kisses it
With light, and in return the petals show
Each loving beam of Mind to be more fair
Than when we see the symbol by itself,
For Love reflected cannot be destroyed.
The visual petals go. This is no cause
For grief. We need to know, then gently pause
To let the light reflected dawn in thought.
No outward gleam of comfort need be sought—
It lives within ourselves. The dream will fade,
But not the fairest image God hath made.