Poem February 8, 1988 Issue

To move like an angel

Judith M. Chapman

I was bent
in a Gethsemane garden.
Gloom was there
because I'd planted my preferences.
And oh, those perpetual weeds
of disappointment
had me on my knees
till I was so stiff!

Yet Jesus taught
that what grows from bended knees
in gardens
is our loving bow to God's instructions.
Jumping up to follow them,
I found
that I could move like an angel.

Judith M. Chapman

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