Poem April 8, 1961 Issue

LOVE GOES OUT

Pearl Strachan Hurd

Love is a thing that goes out,
something we have to give,
not something we haul in
from person or place or wrap
miserly in a clout.

Not a thing to implore,
to grab for in fear,
to lock away in a vault.
Not over there, but here,
on the unending shore

of our own inland sea.
It is loaves and fishes shared,
with plenty left over
for whoever has need,
in his emergency

being nourished and fed
by impartial hand,
though he may not have known
the extent of his need
for imperishable bread.

Pearl Strachan Hurd

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