Poem February 5, 1990 Issue

Colloquy

Margaret M. Pinkham

God, I don't know where I'm going—
I'm so lost!

"You're not going anywhere, child.
You're there!
Right at the standpoint of perfection;
Here—now—always."

Yet I seem to feel so lost and alone.

"That's not true, child.
You are never alone.
Remember, I am omnipresent— And I love you."

Thank you, Father.

Margaret M. Pinkham

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