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How Turned?

Oh, no, a rock dropped where we hoped for light;
the burden we anticipated to be gone,
and only gloom where we foresaw a gift.
How will we face with hope another dawn?

And, what seems ground to crumbs, will still proceed;
a promise merely heard, dimly perceived.
In what seems desolate, to meet our need,
a spark of good for those who have believed.

Who works these things in such a wondrous way?
That night with shattering of hope, seemed lost;
that we can see emerging, hopeful day,
the gain of peace and hope without a cost.

01/25/2014 Carol Welch
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