Poem July 8, 1950 Issue

EMERGENCE

Helen R. Cole

The shell of self encased me,
Held me bound.
I could not rise
To look around,
But inward peered my sense
To limitation.
Yet ever-present Truth
Can penetrate
Into the darkest realm.
And, too, disintegrate
The hardest shell.
So. slowly, crumbles
All about me
This cage of self,
And now my eyes can see
The boundlessness of God
And His creation.

Helen R. Cole

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