Poem December 2, 1985 Issue

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FAITH WALSH HEIDTBRINK

In a night of starless search
lasting weeks
I thought I had lost my God.

With heart at my feet
I slowly walked on,
and then heard in the quiet
a voice behind me.

"My dear child," God said to me,
"I never lost you."
I turned
and followed Him.

FAITH WALSH HEIDTBRINK

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