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Poem May 4, 1963 Issue

OVER THE TELEPHONE

Vera Sohr Kelly

I hear you call me "dear"
that gentle way
as if to say,
"All love is here."

You do not see the one
who sinned and fell.
You love God's son,
upright, well.

I rise. One word can be
a mighty wing.
One word can bring
infinity.

Vera Sohr Kelly

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