Poem April 9, 1979 Issue

Victory

Dewees Rowley Gasparik

Ah, mortal sense,
you self-deceiving deceit,
you voicelessness;

you cannot say,
"Lo here! . . . lo there!"
nor can you wield
deceptive snare,
for I am safe.
(In God I live.)

You have no tool
of thought or force
that can me
from my Father part,
nor tempt
nor wedge.

Baptized am I—purified
in holy atmosphere
of God's knowing
who I am.

Dewees Rowley Gasparik

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