Poem March 27, 1976 Issue

JERICHO REVISITED

Zera Holland Blumenstein

Father, in our secret hours
of self-distrust
or mortal pride of life
Your presence does surround
the strongest citadel
of error's earthen thrall
and tumbles down its walls
into the dust.

No simulating mystery
could overwhelm the heart
with such an awe;
But clarities of Mind
bearing up
rejoicing-clothed humility
softly to Your throne
of everlasting might

Reveal Your kingdom come
comprising now,
but stretching out beyond,
our greatest art.

Zera Holland Blumenstein

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