Poem April 20, 1981 Issue

incurability a myth

FLORENCE B. ARNETT

          unfamiliar small book^{ Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy}                         lying here
message mute/loud:            "let me come in for a gentle
while with you to sup"                            i have no choice

          mired in ailing body                         pain incurable
i must reach out       up                                  but to sup!
strange consolation
printed lines proffered as healing cup

thumbing book's preface
     my perception of Spirit's perfect universe
     (perfect laws       perfect man)
     barren as winter vine of grape

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