Poem February 16, 1963 Issue

DEPTH

Maxine Le Pelley

Heat and drought will dry up
To empty river bed
Streams that once have sparkled
By smallish trickles fed.

But rivers that are deep and full
Survive the drought's hot blast.
Abundant tributaries
Flow in to make them last.

Consciousness, like river,
Needs Love's unending flow,
That silent, sacred strivings,
Refreshed, may thrive and grow.

And infinite is the measure
Of good that flows to thought.
And countless are the channels
For Love to fill, when sought.

Who would through heat and trial
Of error's arid sweep
Move surely, safely onward
Keeps river full and deep.

Maxine Le Pelley

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