Volume > Issue > Compassion

Compassion

A POEM

By Anne Keith | November 1983

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

Enjoyed reading this?

READ MORE! REGISTER TODAY

SUBSCRIBE

You May Also Enjoy

Envy of the Empty Air

Of what do they dream

— the white-robed monks?

while we

with half-shaped forms

from…

The Hill Country

Take for instance Mary; she

shocked by some divine insistence.

Yet the experience of God,

Pain of Late Conversion

Have mercy, Lord, and by your blood

wash from my brain

the sly recurring pain