Poem September 29, 1962 Issue

RELEASE

Abigail Joss

Beloved child, beneath His wing,
Beyond my mortal mothering,
May I have grace to see you so
And only what God knows, to know.

Oh, let me loose you from the bands
That sense has forged from false demands,
My finite fear, desire, design,
With which I'd bend your will to mine.

Instead, to His authority,
Whose love upholds both you and me,
May I surrender human will,
And, yielding, find you closer still.

Abigail Joss

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