Poem June 18, 1979 Issue

Demands

Lona Ingwerson

Now what is being demanded?
More money than I have to give?
More time than I have to spare?
More love than I feel I can muster?

No.
This situation is demanding of me
Only what God demands;
I must see man as perfect.
But him?
Her?
Them?
Me?
Impossible!

Necessary.

When that demand is met,
All others are.

Lona Ingwerson

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