Poem June 29, 1987 ISSUE

Godbeams

Judith M. Chapman

I couldn't find the sun today.Counted on it, I admit.Had it shone too much yesterday?Could such radiance just quit?

The sky's so pale; the gray dulls green.There is nothing that looks bright...but is touch sure? What's truly seen?(I really prayed for insight.)

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