Poem September 19, 1977 Issue

AFTER ALL THOSE WRETCHED

Joanne Mazna Garinger

no-answer type prayers
of endless asking (be honest, self,
it almost came to begging, didn't it?)
yes but
after all that terrible wanting so badly
to see the truth/the good in me
so much
so laser-like the light that broke
so clear so clean too long delayed
(that dawn-coming oncoming I)
that I leaped from bed pure laughter-full
so seeing
saying
Father, what a wonderful Mother You are
what an infinite sound Your verb to be
and singing
God, what an amazing ascending
idea You had
when You had me

Joanne Mazna Garinger

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