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Poem March 7, 2005 Issue

FACE TO FACE

Bettie Gray

Even as I watch,
the willow
bends a branch
to meet
its image
in the pond.

Even as I pray,
holy, healing words
of grace
surface
on the silence
of my listening
heart.

by Bettie Gray

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