I heard the voices of a
Mother's crying pain in
A Mountain Wilderness I
Heard her child's reply
Echo across the crevice
I saw despair where the
Bridge broke across the
Gap, Hope drowning in a
White torrent below the
Suffering. But always I
saw Love.
(6 October 1981)
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