Poem November 30, 1968 Issue

LIFTED ON WINGS

[To a Field Worker]

Margery Macdonald Cantlon

Troubled, my heart looked low, and stayed,
Wondering why healing was delayed.
One came who knew the truth so well
He raised my eyes from contemplating hell
To see God loves me. Then I understood
That loving is the consciousness of good.
On healing wings of Love my heart, now risen,
Remains, borne high, at home in heaven.

Margery Macdonald Cantlon

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