Poem January 2, 1965 ISSUE

SACRAMENT

Elsie Hill Ainsworth

Here a feast of Love is spread;Here is Christ's communion bread.As the words of Truth unfold,Pure, receptive hearts beholdOnly Love's realityWhere the mortal seemed to be.

Here the peace of God, serene,Fills the heart, for now is seenAll the pettiness and strifeOf a mortal sense of lifeBlotted out in certaintyOf man's immortality.Triumphant over cross and cup,Now the Christ is lifted up!

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