Poem April 25, 1959 Issue

SONSHIP

Dorothea Sturdivant Fagan

Created and cradled
By the Most High,
I owe no past a burdened sigh
Or broken song.
No darkness heard my natal cry;
God, my creator,
Marks my ways.
Shadowless, my length of days.
My life, my love, my prayer and praise
To Him belong.

Dorothea Sturdivant Fagan

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