Poem October 31, 1983 Issue

Remembering justice

JUDITH ANN BELANGER

Upon our visiting you,
I can only imagine what it must have been like—
imprisoned, for a crime you didn't commit,
your freedom withheld—like cold, tearless sorrow.

And I look at you now
and see, clear as the light within you,
how innocent you are
and how your words come
white, yet packed as lamb's wool.

You are unmistakably His honorable child,
free, always, in the eternal bond
of the Father's boundless love,
being led upward only,
through His unimpeachable law and gospel.

Undelayed in timelessness,
you are His redeemed.

JUDITH ANN BELANGER

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