Poem September 6, 1952 Issue

SOUNDPROOF

Fanny de Groot Hastings

There is no tumult in the sun's
Sure rising, its visual ascent,
Or in earth's swift, rotating runs—
All noiseless, orderly, unspent.

Being is quiet at its core.
Soundless and poised, with healing balm
It waits forever to restore.
The harried seek it and are calm.

Fanny de Groot Hastings

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