Margaret G. Perkins Poems

This tortuos path through hills and valleys too,
This upward climb, a task we all must do.
How sweet can be the road, if on the way,
You have a friend,
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Let us build bridges of men today
For if we should wait until tomorrow,
We may be too late.
Let us span the gaping chasms of burning hatred,
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I come to the Cathedral.
Softly cross the mossy carpet fresh and green,
And seated upon a stump, an oaken pew,
I feel the gentle touch of hand unseen
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