Poem April 22, 1985 ISSUE

The land of promise

MARTHA SAGE VANG

The topography of my heart was changedas I journeyed,being washed in streams of eternal grace—scaling the plateaus of hopeand 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.

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