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Poem May 26, 1997 Issue

From the Caribbean island of Barbados

Glad song*

Alfred Pragnell

Soft day
soft morning
valley slipping away in pale greens and
mist

For a moment I sit on the dry earth
closed eyes
the word
God
comes
soft as the wind on my cheek
spreading through me
filling me

I hear the word
Immanuel
and then Alleluia
Soft day
glad morning.

*This poem was inspired by Hymn 260 in the Christian Science Hymnal.

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