Before me
	Sits a man
	I cannot understand.
	He groans,
	Though free
	From chains.
	Does he not feel
	God's breath
	In the wind?
	See God's love
	In the green of Life?
	Why does he
	Ask me
	Who I am?
	We are the same
	In leaf and branch.

5/12/77

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