Poem April 4, 1983 Issue

Individual proof

Ezekiel 18

NORMAN ASWALD WALTER

Humanly unjust, divinely untrue,
does inherited blame accrue?

A father's stain, his cloth shows.
I know my fabric—uniquely mine—
to launder, cherish, prove divine.

Both: holy spun, sinless loomed—
not grape-spoiled, sense-soiled, fear-frayed
but Christ-hemmed, approved—we show
the Father's trademark, and virtue know.

NORMAN ASWALD WALTER

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