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Compassion

A POEM

By Anne Keith | November 1983

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

Who Taught You?

Butterfly, who taught you

Your exotic dance?

Who made your wings melodious?
What makes…

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…

On the Trinity

When time was yet unmade nor seasons wrought,

Beginning’s birth unborn and unbegun,

Then God’s…