Poem July 13, 1987 Issue

Wherever you are

Maxine Shore

I do not know your name,
may never know it,
but I know you—
you are my brother.

I have not seen your face
or touched your hand,
may never see or touch—
yet I am with you
though we may never meet
on common ground of earth.

Wherever you are,
seeker of good,
in whatever place or peril—
lost in jungle's maze
or sand-blown desert
or sea's wave mountains
or stretch of space,
lost, imprisoned, famished,
ghettoed by prejudice,
tyranny, pain,
walled by hovel,
wracked by storm—
be still, my brother, and feel
the silent ceaseless prayers
of all the caring family of man;
for we are all kin,
sprung from the same eternal Mind,
bound for the same sure destination.