Poem June 6, 1994 Issue

Song

Abigail Mathieson Trout

Sing to me,
gentle "breeze" of God,
comfort my sadness,
bring peace to my heart.

Sing to me,
prayer of the faithful ones.
Fill me with confidence
that the Father is near.

Brush down
my thorny will and unquiet thoughts,
smooth me with psalms,
inspire me with deep drafts

of God's peace, self-existent,
and Love's unlost law;
with the substance of Spirit,
our only true Life, and our infinite All.

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