Poem January 10, 1994 Issue

Retrospection

Annette Kreutziger-Herr

Inner voice, spiritual sense—again
my guiding star

for a moment it was
only a whispering,
nearly unheard.

Fire of Love—as always
strength of my being

for a moment it seemed
only a smoulder,
nearly spent.

Love for good—anew
treasure of my heart

for a moment it appeared
distant, misplaced,
nearly lost.

O light of the eyes
of my heart
(yes, the heart can see!):
How brilliant!
How patient and tender
the constant source
of good, never running dry!

I sing
in precious stillness
my song
up to Thee
with open hands
and upright look!

Yes, grace it is,
to feel at home—again—
in Spirit, God,
to be at home,
at peace—as always.

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