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This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 6 Number 6, 1976.

Latter Day Psalms Cliff Ashby

1
Somewhere there is Grace, Lord,
Was I not told it as a child
When the sound of the sparrow
Filled my heart with delight
And the rain fell like friendship on my head.
    Now the call of the cuckoo
Cannot calm my aching heart
And my soul is tormented with fear.
    Have mercy, Lord, for I have travelled far
Yet all my knowledge is as nothing.
My days are numbered. Time titters
As I stumble down the street.

Forgiveness, O forgive me, Lord,
Close my critical eye
Take me to your breast
For how else may I die.

2
The tree waves in the wind
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