Poem June 1, 1968 Issue

LOVE CALLS

Jeane Burris

Above the call of human power,
mortal pleasures, and fame
came the call to walk with Love;
over and over it came,
higher, clearer, until it drowned
all other cries for me.
Then softer, sweeter, still it came,
this call to liberty.

"Thy will be done." I whispered it.
But swifter than the sound
the gates of heaven sprang apart,
and Love divine poured round.
It swept aside the claims of sense
and broke my chains in two—
yet bound me to my fellowmen
as nothing else could do.

Jeane Burris

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