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Poem August 7, 1971 Issue

HOMECOMING

Daisy Stieber Squadra

Blazing above me,
Love's banner shall be
shield through the night
until I sight
my Father's door
wide, waiting for
me, with His warm,
encircling arm
freeing from dreams
of terrors that seem
so real to ones
runaway: sons
returning to wake
in Love's likeness, make
merry and praise
Truth, which always
calls home the least
lost brother to feast.

Daisy Stieber Squadra

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