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My Poems from April 2001
My Compass
As the steel needle in the compass cell
To unseen force gives way,
And moves, unknowing, to the North
So we may know the way.
We too should yield our willfulness
To the Holy Spirit's nudge.
So follow Christ, our Northern Star,
And mankind's final Judge.
April 16, 2001
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