Let Others Probe The Mystery If They

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.