Poem July 4, 1983 ISSUE

After Peniel

PHYLLIS STODDARD

I wrestled all night. Now, it's done.Redeemed, renewed, I am alone;Bathed in effulgence of rising sun,

My soul's abrim.And oh, it is as if I'd seenThe face of Him.

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