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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required *** At Age Seventeen *** At 17, the wooden heels of my boots echoed My audacious immaturity along my entire way exploring Manhattan’s south-end area. Its long blocks, I routed For the reason of simply seeing. In the route I took through that then unknown section, My young lack of any preparation was foolishly profound, Although during all that afternoon, I passed only huge, Blackened windows; met only vacant streets, endless concrete. Except for the resounding echoes of my clop-clopping Heels going on, on, so starkly conspicuous; my pacing Possibly — dangerous — sourrounded by mal-intents; hearing no sirens, no horns…Just the ominous sounds Of my own very isolating heels strikind the ground in an otherwise quiet, misplaced in any city’s midst. My mother had often told me, “There’s safety in numbers.” I heard myself grumbling, “Nothing! So empty here in a city of millions!” In the face of that strange, puzzling reality, I felt lost and uneasy, so that those few hours yet remain — more than fifty years later — vividly In memory, often repeating, leaping up to recount for me some lessons of faith and humility. The loss of all sense of place in the face Of the echoes and the fear, and, too, the hidden, extraordinary city’s separated, absent populace…so used In the long-lasting lesson my conscience speaks patiently, “Poor girl. Give thanks! You went so far only Due to God’s always interceeding way embracing you.” -————————————————————————————————————————— (c) 1/30/23 sally young eslinger Thanks be to God…
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