Poem January 12, 1987 ISSUE

God's place for me

Russell D. Robinson

Medley of opinionsCacophony of voicesGo this wayNo, go that.Doubt assails.Off in orbit of my ownOut of sync with His directionI feel lost, uncertain.

But the voice of God is calling—I hear it faintly, louderNow like thunderCalling me back—Indeed assuring me that I have never leftHis care, His presence, His kingdom.

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