The silent voice can be heard;
prayers from innocent hearts compel
the greatness of mercy forward,
encamping in the bodies of the dead,
in the souls of the living! The Lord can
give, break open the graves and sweep the
heavens pure of darkened skies!
Oh the lies that proceed from devils:--
the shame that calls us brothers; for we
deny our image is the face of Peace!
printed in The Guild Anthology
compiled and edited by Helen Gee Woods
The Guild Quarterly Press
Idaho Falls, Idaho
1966
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