Poem November 12, 1984 Issue

Gratitude

HELEN I. MARKWITH

Gratitude
stirs,
eddies,
engulfs,
spills over and
cascades
into the cracked, earthen depths of despair, futility.
And in that dried-up hole of mortality
mental self-images, self-hate,
opaque as the mud-caked crust,
are washed away, erased.
The steady drops of spiritual discovery
build to a crescendo.

The cleansing rain of Soul
fills the hollow emptiness,
replenishing the depths with truth and grace.

HELEN I. MARKWITH

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