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Poem June 23, 1986 Issue

Our green pastures

REGINA SMARIDGE

Blessed are we
when our need
is greatest.
Blessed
is our Gethsemane.

Blessed is the hunger
that finds the bread.
Blessed is the thirst
that finds the cup.

Blessed are the green pastures,
place where we feed.

Blessed are we
who know it is God we starve for.

REGINA SMARIDGE

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