Poem April 22, 1967 Issue

COMBAT ZONE

Harriet L. Bossard

Rid me, God, of tendency
To fight my way
Past evil giants of the day;
Mere human thrust
Not strong enough
To catapult the stone
That renders error prone.

Rather, Father, help me to see
All evil's unreality;
Behold the Christ so brightly clear
That conflicts, struggle, disappear
Within the fullness
Of Your presence—here.

Harriet L. Bossard

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