AFTER ALL THOSE WRETCHED

no-answer type prayersof endless asking (be honest, self,it almost came to begging, didn't it?)yes butafter all that terrible wanting so badlyto see the truth/the good in meso muchso laser-like the light that brokeso clear so clean too long delayed(that dawn-coming oncoming I)that I leaped from bed pure laughter-fullso seeingsayingFather, what a wonderful Mother You arewhat an infinite sound Your verb to beand singingGod, what an amazing ascendingidea You hadwhen You had me

Joanne Mazna Garinger

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September 19, 1977
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