It took one peak of drying rock
to land the ark.
A single olive leaf was proof
of risen ground,
one branch enough to rest the dove.
Today I find
my ark of prayers safe on one
clear, solid thought.
My hope is poised in risen love,
one ray of light.
The earth is new, and, praising God,
I disembark.
Poems
The First Dry Ground
From the November 1963 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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