Poem September 3, 1984 Issue

A willing harpstring

MARGARET TSUDA

Once I was a harpstring
waiting for a song—
a song
to give me harmony and
surcease from pain.

The words were found
within a book
which unlocked
the Holy Scripture.
The words were sweet:
God is Love.
Love cannot cause pain
to any well-loved child.

The words were clear:
Deny the mortal ill.
Claim the spiritual good—
your birthright
as God's image.

My willing heartstrings
had found their psalm to sing
and I,
the longed-for healing
and a path of life
daily more bright.

MARGARET TSUDA

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