A Hilltop Field, by Jane Tyson Clement
Faith has no abode, no tree-hid haven,
no rock-encircled harbor where the tide
will never swirl nor threaten; nor has faith
the quiet breast of broad sweet-flowing river.
Faith has a hilltop field alive and growing,
faith has its nets staked out in open sea,
faith is a rocky river, swift and harnessed
to fill the valley with its energy.
Friday, June 03, 2005
A Hilltop Field
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beautiful. i believe there's a bit of faith in both...
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