THE BROKEN SPELL

Once I stoodIn a bare place,My heart under a stone,And God's face veiled,And I alone.

Then a small wind stirredAnd a birdSang one note,And God spokeOne word;And the stone broke—And I heard.

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CHANGELESS AND UNAFRAID
March 26, 1949
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