Time and again
I come to you,
When I find
My faith shaken,
My confidence shattered,
When I find
Not a soul to confide
My innermost thoughts,
Which set the sea
Into churning turbulence-
To be assuaged by a dropp of Your
Bountiful, benign kindliness.
(1973)
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