Poem April 10, 1978 Issue

Sometimes, like dark and huddled flocks, our thoughts

CAROL CHAPIN LINDSEY

Sometimes, like dark and huddled flocks, our thoughts
seem sunk in noncommunicative night,
until the Christ, as level sunbeams spreading,
transforms them with its bold relief of light.

CAROL CHAPIN LINDSEY

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