Poem January 1, 1955 Issue

FULFILLMENT

Max Dunaway

Long years I searched, looking far off
For what I believed life's richest prize,
Until a voice said: Look where you are;
Take of the good that near you lies.

Not Truth's reward, but Truth itself
Is the greater substance. Do not plead
With Love for a field of larger gain,
When Love itself is your only need.

You turn to God as the source of good;
Then let Him be not part but the whole.
God is the inevitable starting point;
God is the full and final goal.

Max Dunaway

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