Poem March 10, 1986 Issue

"... and ye shall be comforted ..."

DOROTHY McGRAW SAWYER

Everywhere I looked
I could not find you.
You were not in the sunset
Or the moonrise
Or the flash of the blue jay's wing.
You were not in the song
That the early morning breezes sing.

Everywhere I turned
In those first nights and days
I tried to find you
In a hundred lonely ways.

But when I refused to believe
That we could be apart,
I found you in the allness
Of God's love,
And peace came to my heart.

DOROTHY McGRAW SAWYER

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