Poem December 20, 1982 Issue

Singing a new song

LILLIAN RANGE DELLY

I am one
with the beggar
lying at the gate
called Beautiful

The blind
sitting beside the roadside
beseeching

The woman
touching the hem of his
garment

Until,
no longer a beggar
seeking silver or gold
but receiving more blessings
than heart can hold

Until, lens of unreality
once blinding my sight
gives way to reality
changes darkness to light

Until,
I touch the hem of the
garment of Christ
making me whole from this hour

Now,
no longer a captive—
now, self-immolation
singing a new song
in sweet adoration—

Now,
now, I am at one, at one
with
God!

LILLIAN RANGE DELLY

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