Poem April 22, 1985 Issue

The land of promise

MARTHA SAGE VANG

The topography of my heart was changed
as I journeyed,
being washed in streams of eternal grace—
scaling the plateaus of hope
and leaping valleys of depression
(self-will no longer a fog factor).

The land of howling wilderness became a land of promise.
I felt a house become a home,
because now I lived not by bread alone.

And as I climbed,
the wind of Spirit chiseled deeply into my soul.
My relationship to God became a LOVE affair
as I rose to a summit view,
hugging the mount of vision close to my awe-inspired heart!

MARTHA SAGE VANG

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