Poem September 20, 1975 Issue

SECURITY

Barbara Dix Henderson

What did you say?
The bottom has dropped out of your world?
What world?
Where is this world—this universe?
Is it out there or in you?
What holds your concept of place?
Is it outer space
or inner room?

If inner room,
what is the sort of world
that you accept in it?
Not a chaotic one
where any minute
a load of deadly missiles may be hurled
to raze it to the ground.

So strong and sure
your inner world of peace—
nothing can invade its sanctuary.
The secret place, unshaken by the storm—
the conscious point of reborn energy
gathering fresh momentum—
this is the only world,
complete, intact.

Barbara Dix Henderson

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