Poem July 5, 1975 Issue

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Richard O. Howard

I've eaten husks, haven't you?
And was hungry on more than one occasion.

Leaving home (or so I thought!),
Running far afield and dancing,
Singing, shouting, laughing,
With perhaps just a little too much enthusiasm,
A little too much energy.

Voice screeching
Heart reaching
Thoughts turning
Soul yearning.

Ah, the patience of my friends!

Joanne said, "It's the search for God."
I looked at her.
"I recognize the symptoms," she said,
"I've eaten the husks." Silence.
"The husk-eating pit isn't bottomless.
You come to the end soon enough.
The end of the husks. The finish.
Finita la commedia."

And I did. I came to the end.
Being left out, I turned in
And found God.
Found Life. Found Love.
Found not husks, but sweetness of honey ...
Wine of inspiration ...
The firmness of the Rock ...
The innocence of the sheep ...
The healing of the leaves.
Found my Father's mansion.

Richard O. Howard

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