Tuesday, October 05, 2010

"Proof" by Ethel Romig Fuller

"If radio's slim fingers can pluck a melody
From night--and toss it over a continent or sea;
If the petaled white notes of a violin
Are blown across the mountains or the city's din;
If songs, like crimson roses, are culled from thin blue air--
Why should morals wonder if God hears prayer?"

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