IN THANKS TO OUR LADY, May 1997

Too broad the day, too long the night
When I lie wakeful thinking of my plight.
My pain lies waiting, still at times, but like
A panther paused to pounce and make a strike
As lightning does, indarting, leaping lightly.
But through the darkness you, my Lady, shine;
To bring relief, you put your hand in mine.

JEB

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