Poem July 13, 1974 ISSUE

REPHIDIM

Exodus 17:1, 4-6

Hazel Harper Brandner

We sometimes pitch our tents in RephidimAnd find no water for our daily need.We say no prayer and sing no praiseful hymn,Nor else perform a single selfless deed.

This wilderness of thought, blind to the rockOf Truth from whence all living waters flow,Must be illumined that we may unlockThe present good that every heart may know.

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