Poem July 20, 1974 Issue

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Stanley John York

There was so much to do,
So much depended on the timing,
That I became afraid and tense.
My racing thoughts belied
My earnest trust in Mind's control,
But as I strove to yield my will,
To conquer all deflecting from that goal,
It seemed as if the problem
Had been lifted from my hands.

Each phase of operation quietly unfolded;
Each fearfully anticipated move was made on time;
And where before there had been only chaos—
Unerring order was revealed!

Stanley John York

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