Poem October 30, 1978 Issue

A short course in map reading

Jo Ann Levine

Solemn, grim intent
to stick to the path?
Never inhaling to the
left or right of
the little black line?

The way is
fenced-in as Soul,
limited as eternity
cramped as the sky
precarious as Principle
divided as a smile
lost as omnipresence.

Balanced by your Christly rod,
radared to the depths of Love,
how could you teeter off the
curb of allness?

Straight and narrow
as an infinite line
is
the one way
home.

Jo Ann Levine

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