Poem October 29, 1990 ISSUE

His shining light

By David Littlefield Horn

For many years I wiped and scrubbedand rubbed the windowpane I thought was meto be a clear transparencyfor Truth.But I was never crystal-clearnor felt my victory quite so nearas when I learned that man is nottransparency.He's light!Much more than spots where God shines through,we are His shining, bright and true.

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