Hope Is Not Found In A Way

I Am Not A Teacher. I Am An Awakener.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting.

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.