Poem June 1, 1987 Issue

INDIVIDUAL PATHWAYS

Thora Margaret Orton

Estuary and moon,
Evening of calm,
Companions strung out along shore
And moon path sword-straight to my feet.

Bright moon-link to me through the darkness
Was all that I saw.
Wouldn't leave me alone.
I advanced—it kept close,
And it followed my thoughtful retreat
Back to friends in the gloom.
In the gloom? No, not they!
Each gazed with delight
At a pathway no others could see.

Dear God,
We soon realized that night
All Your children have light-lines to You.

Thora Margaret Orton

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