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LIFE-CHALLENGE

I! IsIewant to run free as f oam on cliff-crashing

sl::h you te 11 me no, shall fall like a deer
cl de to the heart. The wild wind brings

ou s of dar kness up over the hills, but I
caafre .dnot and. stan d my ground - for I am not

rai of wi nd and rain, nor tears and pain.
WAnildl you?. What 0f you? Is your spirit free?
at hYOU ~ravel with me? Can you laugh back
scret e wind ' cry at the death of a flower
dead am over the' ocean s roar? Or are you a'
fresh st~g on a wood-path who will not breathe
him? Ia' n only swamp, where the hunter slew

ray. canno.t paus e for more than a moment to
Pslain. you will ri se. I must run, else I, too, be

JoAnn Henklein

STRANGERS WE WOULD MEET

o starry silvered night!

Iced by the steel and stone of man,
Wake not the Father that he should see our plight.
Speak not: for history's mirror spun shell
Closes 'round our earthy orb
And catches man in every minute, vicious act ----
Magnified to the heavens above.
Wake not his dream of days when men were free;
Speak not how science has turned the soul of man
As a vessel in the potter's hand.
Speak not how the sacred breath from Adam's expired, earth-worn seed
Arose like solitary, embered smoke amidst some ancient, empty plain
And was scattered by heredity's winds of fate.

Speak not --- for we to Him, and He to us ---
Strangers we would be.

Duane Lins

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