Poem September 24, 1984 Issue

Listen

LYNNE NEVILLE PARK

Listen, listen through the night,
The night that seems so dark with fright.
Listen for an inner reaching
To a still, small voice beseeching,

Child, My dearest child, be still.
Stifle fear, and hear My will.
Listen. I am always speaking
To the honest self that's seeking
Freedom from earth's discontent.
Hear Me say, "You're innocent."
Listen, listen through the night.
Be assured. You have My light.

LYNNE NEVILLE PARK

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