COMPANIONED

I am companioned though you are gone;From selfish yearning my heart is free.Still you are loving; still you are loved:Veil of a moment hides you from me.

How could I sorrow? Death is unreal.Life has no vacuum; Love has no gloom.Thronging the silence—angels of GodFill with new gladness your empty room.

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The Christ in Today's World
July 11, 1964
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