Poem July 1, 1996 ISSUE

"He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions"*

Peggy Duke-Evans

Along the tattered city streets"Temporal debris" See Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health 289:2-4. drifts and meetsHostile noises beneath streetlamps' glare;Such a dismal scene calls forOur deepest prayer!

The mortal dream of the abused, lost, and battered, Truth deniesAnd never affirms about mankind such lies—False, ungodlike pictures so unkind.Let us follow the Christ, the true, the divine,Along ever-welcoming avenues of Mind.

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