Poem October 20, 1951 Issue

DEMONSTRATION

Marion Louise Kinnard

Today you have threshed a mountain and
beaten it small,

A mountain that filled the sky with its
brooding height.

You have beaten its rocks to sand, and
the dust will fall

Wherever the winds may blow it, out of sight.

You have threshed a mountain small
by God's intent,

For He placed in your hands the instrument.

Marion Louise Kinnard

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