I sought a secret behind closed door:
but light beneath I was prepared to explore
and from bended knees to find even more!
Our bright glowing nights of starlit heavens
aglow
are not enough to satisfy every sad faced
boy who passes by and worn woman shows
a shame unequaled awakening spirit freed;
you have accepted glory by raising soul's
pure seed!
printed in Prairie Poet Anthology edited by Stella Craft Tremble
Prairie Press
Charleston, Illinois
1965
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