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Poem February 6, 2006 Issue

ENTERTAINING UNAWARES

Name removed by request

When God's thoughts
Pass to us, through grace
And love—a heart unfolding
Within itself—do we pause
And rest under the

Shadow
of that wing?

Or do we hurry on
To yet another, visiting,
And so miss that one too?

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