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After God left me,
I got along all right for a while,
even at the turnings of the road
and the rough places.

But the path gets lonely sometimes,
though so many are going the same way.

Moving up the last ridge now
toward the Great Divide,
I sometimes wish there were a name to call,
a hand to hold.

Elizabeth Boardman

Elizabeth Boardman is a longtime Quaker, now a member of Redwood Forest Meeting in Santa Rosa, Calif. She is a published author, with one book by Quaker Press and others related to Quaker experiences and values. She has brought out two volumes of poetry; this poem came from her book Turning Slowly.

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