Poem December 5, 1953 Issue

SOUL FILLS ALL YEARS

Leonard Willey

Do not record your age. Eject from mind
Time-measured days imposed on humankind,
Preludes that would draw a tomb much nearer
By tracing on our thought much clearer
This goal of mortal mind. Awake! Such fears
Would seek to limit God. Soul fills all years.

Leonard Willey

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