Poem May 8, 1978 ISSUE

In the name of the Lord

Rosemary Cobham

Problem,I saw you coming—and you were very big,far bigger than I,and better armed.

So I threw away both sword and shield—the good reasons,the desperate excuses,the clutter of accusations and of self-defense—and I took one tried spiritual truth,ran to meet youbut would not engage in close combatto struggle with you,twist, or turn, or wrestle.

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