Poem July 1, 1950 Issue

MEETING OF JACOB AND HIS BROTHER

Esther M. Moore

I could not go to meet my foe,
When Love, my Father-Mother,
Came to my aid; then, unafraid,
I went to greet my brother.
At Love's command I took his hand,
And we embraced each other.

Esther M. Moore

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