Poem March 6, 1978 Issue

A calm so deep

Maurice Jay

When seas of mortal thought are churned,
I often see, floating above tempestuous wave-lash
an idea—the possibility conceived of calm—
a calm so deep the seas are only whispers now.
And he walks to me (it is the Christ-idea),
steps into my boat, and there is no more storm.

Only this rooted unmovable peace,
lambent with love.

Maurice Jay

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