Between the tornadoes and the blossoming pears,nHard rock, hospitals, daycare centers, bombs.nWe sometimes, under stress, give way to prayersnOf gratitude or terror; but God numbsnUs to old visions and allows no new.nExcept computers, and, of course, TV,nBefore which we have knelt, as formerly wenWith more affection . . .
January 1975April 21, 2022By The Archive
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