Poem November 20, 1965 Issue

OMNIPRESENCE

Numbers 17:8

Vera Sohr Kelly

God , I thank Thee for this living spring.
Thy rod is blossoming.
I thank Thee for the leaf, the bud, the bloom,
the fruit. Oh, there is room
for all divine unfoldment where Thou art.
The least ideas chart
their fragrant course within infinity,
while in humility
majestic realizations rise to span
the far and near in man.
Thy rod is blossoming in everything,
an all-pervading spring,
my essence and the essence of my brother,
each made to bless the other.

Vera Sohr Kelly

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