Poem June 26, 1989 Issue

Seen and heard!

Elizabeth Keyes Williams

In a window next door to our new place,
from the home of neighbors we don't yet know,
a light always shines through night, and
fog and dark in day as well,
sending a sense of comfort out as
if to show no one is apart, alone.

Like that anonymous small calm light
through patterns of shadow or drifting mists,
we as we go—unselfed, steady,
reflecting what we know of Soul—
can serve our world
unknown but shining.

Starting in dark before daybreak, birds begin
to sing till so many can be heard, whole choirs of birds!
One can't see or name them all, but each
small voice contributes joy. Like them, rejoice—
give praise for saving health and gratitude to
Truth and Love—thanksgiving is a singing thing!

Each daily paean, one's demonstration
of living love—what each understands
of perfect God and perfect man—
can make who knows what darkened heart
wake new to healing, life, and hope, as we go on
unsung but singing.

Elizabeth Keyes Williams

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