Poem August 12, 1985 Issue

While writing my résumé, this thought comes

WARREN BOLON

The wordless command
of Mind and Maker
stops still
the over-rolling weight
of matter's awesome logic,
flipflops its imagined triumph,
repairs hope crushed,
restores lost peace.

I AM.
That's all God needs to say
or do or be
for me to see Love's logic:
I reflect all that He is,
His being, doing, seeing,
so moving mountains
of "I cannot"
into the sea.

WARREN BOLON

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