Poem July 22, 2019 Issue

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Joanne Otto

It doesn’t matter what the senses claim.
No passing years can alter man’s true state:
The timeless likeness of the one I AM.*
As such, we move untrammeled through each day,
Conscious of Love’s design, of Spirit’s strength
To hold us steadfast on the upward way.

—Joanne Otto

_{*See Exodus 3:14.}

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