If I presume to think one moment of despair has helped to change this, my blinded suffering where no answer seemed, then it was prayer. The silent fight and bitter anger against that cowardice, all this was prayer and for the one courageous gesture, more joy than others’ ninety-nine. The thanksgiving because its strength was partly earned with mine. Surely, great God in whom we live, through us a river flows and all the struggling currents work towards life as one who loves you knows (1970s ?) |
Poems by Janet
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von Gumppenberg | Earth's Creatures |
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