Poem June 27, 1964 Issue

TOGETHER

Martha H. Scherf

Out of reach? Why, yes, it seems
I cannot hear your voice.
Or turn and grasp your hand.
Or glancing up rejoice
To see your form before me stand;
But out of reach of prayer.
Or Love's enfolding care?
No, never!

Out of touch? Yes, in away;
I cannot call and ask
For news of you each day.
Or help you with your task.
You're out of touch to mortal sense;
But Love's ideas, through Mind.
Within our reach we find
Forever!

Martha H. Scherf

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