Everyman, Woman, For Ernestine Northover
Poem by Linda Hepner
God’s knife cuts deeply into the shadowed valley
And let’s us fall there. Then we scramble up
And trudge along, bearing our earthly goods.
It’s not for us to make the final tally,
And not demand to drink from God’s own cup,
Or to do more than blindly in the woods
Pray that the rocky trail transforms to alley,
That God sustains us when we need to sup,
And that we find love in our neighbourhoods.
May you be blessed, that God’s mysterious face
Be turned towards you smiling, bearing grace.
LRH Feb 9th 2006
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