Poem July 3, 1978 Issue

Your testimony

Cora Slaughter

What you said last night
moved like a clean fresh wind
to scatter clouds, bring gentle rain
to parched hope.
And afterward, a clear shining,
bright and pure,
revealing God's present goodness
never lost to me.

This morning, the wind still softly stirs
—fresh as flower—

Thank you, friend, for sharing, caring,
healing me!

Cora Slaughter

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