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From the June 4, 2018 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel

I wandered out in fields on starlit night, clutching fear in tightly rounded fist, thinking I’d find peacefulness in flight, and give up fruitless efforts to persist.   Crossing stubbled field, by need possessed, with lighted sentinels etched across the sky, I slowed my pace, scooped stillness to my breast, and stood there Soul-filled, uttering no cry.