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Poem August 11, 1980 Issue

Fresh form

JUNE McCLENEGHAN FOWLER

Call a challenge what you will—
discord, fear, or pain.
It has no real identity,
no nature and no name.

Confronted by omnipotence
with God in full control,
mortal self will finally yield
as sense concedes to Soul.

JUNE McCLENEGHAN FOWLER

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