Poem March 23, 1974 Issue

BACK FROM THE BRINK

Carol Earle Chapin

Suddenly from head to toe I trembled—
not because I'd nearly plunged
into the pond to stay
but because I saw
the hugeness of my arrogance.

Who do you think you are? ...No other gods...
before the One who's Life.
If we could make or break
a separate life
we'd be as gods....

A great undrowning surge
washed over me:
the deep-down
meekness
of honoring my Father-Mother God
knowing no life to give or take away
and living—as I do this day—
to love.

Carol Earle Chapin

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