Poem August 10, 1992 Issue

The ascent

Maxine Le Pelley

Bitter winds stormed the streets
as she walked to church.
Moving closer to a building,
she could feel its shelter,
and warmed at the thought
that God companioned her ... and all.

How He must love His own
to make man in His very image—
spiritual, unbattered
by the empty blasts
of false mortality!

She would stick close to Truth
and accept the loving covert
of His spiritual structure.

Twice warmed,
she began the ascent
into church.

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