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Editor's Note: この慰め深い賛美歌は日本語の賛美歌集にまだ載せてありません。

Article of the Week Emma Lou Thayne and the Art of Peace by Casualene Meyer BYU Studies update 29 October 2014
 

This daily feature is the introduction to a full article published in our newest issue, 53:3, by Casualene R. Meyer.

Anyone who has been spiritually nourished by the hymn "Where Can I Turn for Peace" knows something of the poetry of Emma Lou Warner Thayne. Thayne, now in her ninetieth year, has fostered peace in fourteen books of prose and poetry as well as in her public service, her antinuclear activism, and her family and personal relationships. The interview that follows is a condensed and blended version of conversations that occurred on September 9, 11, 14, 25, and 29, 2013; November 14, 2013; February 20 and 22, 2014; and March 1, 2014.

Meyer: We begin with "Where Can I Turn for Peace," perhaps your best-known work. You explain in great detail the emotional situation that hymn responds to in the book you coauthored with your daughter Becky, Hope and Recovery: A Mother-Daughter Story about Anorexia Nervosa, Bulimia, and Manic Depression. Will you briefly describe the hymn's genesis for BYU Studies Quarterly readers?

Thayne: I was desperate. I felt there wasn't going to be any life for our Becky; she was terribly sick, suffering from bipolar and severe eating disorders. She was in the hospital, and I was on the general board of the Young Women [Mutual Improvement Association, or YWMIA]. Every year the YWMIA held a June conference; teachers came from all over the world, and the board presented an elaborate program to introduce the activities and curriculum for the coming year. My friend Joleen Meredith and I, both of us serving on the Laurel Committee, had written other songs for this program; she was the musician, and I was the lyricist. The program was just days away, and we needed a finale. I had always wanted to write a hymn, and she had too. Because of Becky's illness, I had been desperately asking myself, "Where can I turn for peace?" and praying for answers for what I didn't understand. Actually, once I began the hymn, it was easy for me to write. Within an hour, I had my three verses and called Joleen. She had a history of depression in her family, so she understood exactly what I was talking about. As I read a line, she composed a line; this was over the phone. By noon we had our hymn. We didn't change anything.