Poem September 23, 1972 Issue

BEARERS OF THE PEARL

Doris Kerns Quinn

Fear of ridicule can lose us many things.
(It's said we have a secret dread of being kings.)
For fear we may fall short, we never seek to rise,
But sit in suffering silence with our hidden thoughts
Well guarded by a status-quo disguise—
Forgetting there can be no crown without a cross.

Oh, risk the ridicule; face the cynic's dare;
Defy the mockery, withstand the scornful stare!
For some will warmly welcome what we bring to them,
And those who ridicule we gently leave behind:
We're not apologists who bring a modest gem,
But bearers of the priceless pearl to all mankind.

Doris Kerns Quinn

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