Poem November 11, 1985 ISSUE

Gratitude for my teacher

JOAN FRANCES SEYMOUR WOOD

She told me about You, God. She knew You.And I was still, and satisfied.My heart no longer criedFor peace and Love and glory of LifeThat was away somewhereBut never really thereWhere I was.

When she took each bookAnd confidently, simply, explained things—I thought of Jesus, breaking up the bread,And I was still, and knew that YouAre God.

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