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Compassion

A POEM

By Anne Keith | November 1983

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

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You are the maker of maps,

Straight edge and compass in hand.

I am horizons…

Befuddled

A slow befuddled winter fly

With 747 abandon

Has trundled from my window sill

And…

The Hill Country

Take for instance Mary; she

shocked by some divine insistence.

Yet the experience of God,