Poem February 2, 1974 Issue

THE GIFT OF DAY

Doris Kerns Quinn

Day
is no idle gift
from a thoughtless benefactor,
no insubstantial stage
on which we can appear as actors
of our own preposterous fiction—
making it up as we go along.

Day
is a divine fact—a strong,
immortal act
proclaiming Life
in its fullness and song.

Dare we desecrate day
with desultory drifting,
with our goings to and comings from
without the knowing or the caring
why?

Shall we dare, instead,
to let day be a lifting
out of the friction,
the scheming,
the vanity-dreaming?

Let day be the fact
that will banish
the seeming!

Doris Kerns Quinn

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