Poem April 1, 1967 Issue

WHAT DO I NEED?

Carol Earle Chapin

A change? A trip? A car? Or better pay?
New clothes? A friend? Or health? The list is legion.
Like the proverbial wish of fairy tales,
Desire leads on to more desiring still.
A million dollars might only spawn a million
Needs, for mortal mind is need incarnate.
It calls itself our thought and fastens sight
Upon the earthly dream that never can
Shake itself free from self-imposed illusion.

What do I need? To see that Mind is here,
Filling the unreal voids of mortal lacking:
Unfoldment where there seemed to be stagnation;
Companioning with Christ, which cannot cease;
Health as God's wholeness; harmony, joy, and peace.

Carol Earle Chapin

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