SHIP OF FAITH

Faith is a curious blend of

I love me and

I love thee and

Thou art holy, Lord;

And where it falls

When silence comes

Is the place our ship is moored.

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HOLY WEEK

I cannot pretend

To hear the voices of angels

During my recollection of

Man’s inhumanity to man;

Beauty and flowers and

The wonders of life

Only for a few weeks in April

Are grand.

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