Poem September 1, 1956 Issue

THE TOUCH DIVINE

Jean Hazel Allen

Poised on wings of filigree,
Patterned with deft artistry,
Poems are such fragile things
In their flight.
Yet, with all their gentle ways,
They exert a power that sways,
Oftentimes, the fate of kings
By their might.

But the loveliest of all
Is a poem I recall
Bearing solace as it sings
In the night.
Through its healing touch divine,
In accord with Love's design,
Comes the Christ, whose message brings
Boundless light.

Jean Hazel Allen

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