Poem August 19, 1972 Issue

WHILE THE HEALING IS COMING TO PASS

Doris Peel

How it must be left
untold, untouched, unbreathed-upon.

It is the child, too tender-young
for open courts. Manger it needs for a small space.
Or to be borne (till the storms subside) into that Egypt
Joseph knew: attending well, in his own heart,
to the saving Word.

All are not always strong enough
to fend for themselves.
Then it is angels that must come. And, for a while,
lead to a place quite out of reach.

Where the child may grow.

Doris Peel

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