Poem July 9, 1984 Issue

The symphony

MARTHA L. HAYES

Sometimes in thought
out of nowhere seems to come
orchestrated discord:
percussion blasts of fear;
later, ghostly repercussions
haunt our peace.

Why attend?

We know
the promised melody of Immanuel
governs thought
with endless harmonies,
bringing down the curtain
on such cacophony.

MARTHA L. HAYES

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