Poem June 13, 1988 Issue

A conversation

E. Marian Morrison

Father, fear would insist I must
outline precisely
what next mortal step to take....
How can I learn to trust
Your way?

With beneficent calm
my thought is touched;
for with "Peace, be still"
Love's answer comes:
"By simply turning
to Me, your inexhaustible
source.
Destruction's not within
My borders:
I never let a sparrow fall—
My mighty hand upholds."

E. Marian Morrison

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