Poem August 22, 1988 Issue

White temple

Duane Valentry

Enter in, peace is here.
Forget cares, labor, tears.
Let this holy light renew,
heal, lift up, rejoice, and ever
strengthen you.

In a dark world it shines pure light afar
for all the weary, sick of soul
to come, be whole again.
It is the light of God,
the Christ—
it is the morning star.

Duane Valentry

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