A poem by Stan Raines

The hill’s intolerably long and steep;
I think myself a goat.
Perhaps it’s a mountain
Without the slenderest hoofhold.

I don’t look long for the top:
Pebbles, brown and brown,
Strike my eyes
Loosened by my crabbing hands.

From time to time I imagine
I am merely crawling,
All fours flat on the land,
Unable to raise myself-

That the mist alone, shining [...]

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A poem by Stan Raines

Here is the One Who Knows
Building many mansions
For those so soon to come.
Their own longing is the spring
That will bring them to Him,
The One Who Sets Their Table.
Troubled people they are
In His Absence so long,
Their fervent prayer is “Come for me.”
“Come for me.
I’ve waited very long.
I’ve hopes, I’ve prayed,
You’ll come for [...]

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