Poem February 13, 1989 Issue

Moving day

Joanne Mazna Garinger

I may say goodbye to my house
(loved house)
but never
to my home.
My house
lies on a hill
above the Mississippi;
my home is heaven
and I am dwelling in it.

I may say goodbye to my orchard,
pear, plum, and almond,
to the dear trees abloom
(whose arms have been around me);
I need never part
from God
and "the fruit of the Spirit."

I may say goodbye to the river
and the golden stone bluffs,
but
the streams of peace
that never quit
are ever flowing in me,
powerful
and quiet.

Joanne Mazna Garinger

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