Poem September 21, 1968 Issue

ONENESS

Jean Elsie Sanders

Thy likeness, Lord, is my identity,
According to Thy Word, and we are one—
The endless unity of Being and its child;
Inseparable—distinct, but one.

The centuries lie in long-forgotten dust,
And aeons yet unknown will come and go,
And, passing, swallow up the crumbling mortal scene.
Although for transient time I seem to share
This earthly voyage,
This fleet impermanence of human years,
With others straining also toward the light,
Yet is the infinite expanse of Thy creation
Still my dwelling place—and theirs.

Our Father,
Never have we dwelt in time or space.
Never has the image of Thyself
Been cast adrift from omnipresent Love.
We do not wait upon some season of Thy care,
Some future recognition of our need.
Infinity knows nothing of a need,
But only of completeness mirrored forth
Upon its own.

Ah, Lord, this oneness is forever!

Jean Elsie Sanders

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