Poem February 4, 1985 Issue

In the morning...

ELIZABETH KEYES WILLIAMS

Peter, I know you—
the wondrous joy when,
led to the mount,
you saw, you nearly understood!

Peter, I know your
impetuous exuberant
surge of
eagerness to be good.

Peter, I know the
Master filled your heart
with true life and
you'd live it, you surely would!

Peter, I know the
moment in the
garden when you slept,
failed to give the help you could.

Peter, I know when
you left him to
face his death alone,
the bitter regret your food.

Peter, we'd share your
chastened, strengthened
unselfed love reborn,
life forgiven and renewed:

for, Peter, we too
would stand shriven
on a sunrise shore
purified—with Christ imbued.

Then at last we too
can find his lambs
and feed his sheep, for
where he led you, we have stood.

ELIZABETH KEYES WILLIAMS

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