Poem April 22, 2019 ISSUE

When shadows gather

Sharon Leman

Dear Father-Mother God, I see my spiritual selfhood reflecting You, but oh, this shadow sense that pursues my weary faith—when will it grow beautifully less? How shall I yield to Thee, almighty Love, when the house of cards builds its flimsy case around me and buries me beneath its collapse?

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