Poem November 29, 1993 Issue

Unveiled

Elizabeth Keyes Williams

This hasn't been a
time of leaving or
of grieving—
we both know Love
demanded that we
grow beyond old paths
established years ago—
both know that Life,
so gladly lived, the Mind
that guides our loving,
never terminates expression.

There is a you I hardly
know, a me you've barely
seen, so dense the
screen of mortal sense—the
we reflecting God often
seeming lost in mirage of
matter, though well
known to our Father; His
timeless likeness is
unchanged, intact.

When mortal mists lifted
to reveal realities, we
glimpsed this fact—perceived
it in unselfish patient
acts, in family affection,
children in our home,
adventure, laughter,
and unity of prayer
when steady trust prevailed
to vanquish suffering.

Then selfhood seen
in Soul stood free,
unveiled. And
so it is today as
well. With sentient
evidence displaced, new
recognitions interweave
the years with bonds that
blessed but never bound,
instead of swells of ups
and downs.

Better understood
and found as life
in God, in good,
more clearly seen now—
with all that may
have shadowed us
erased by light,
love hasn't gone away.
Without a night,
it leads us to a larger day.