Fickle as all pssions are

We must descend there-
From to live.  Here in the
Valley  of the  Shadow
We pass our uncertain days
Regaling our selves with the
Remembrance of derring do
Of forrner times but for all our
Boasting would not returm
Except there were an Everest
Of enduring passion that could
Survive.  Such is the quest of old
Age to know Love that  alters not
Nor need we ever depart from

To live is first to know
Not to be known
What is it to be read
Even famous long ago
After you are gone-It
Is not Immortality.

Rather let us endeavor
To know and ever to know
Call it self love but who
Can love another who is
Not alive-If we have any
Community the We begins
With I.  Be fierce to live. It
Is your country even if alone
Then if you sleep you will
Rise from every dream even
Death- as Christ did Knowing
He was still in His Fatherland

A frail fragrance leads us-
The wonderful odor of the long
Gone
Carried on a vagrant breezes that
Leads us but we cannot trace them
We only know they are true; and are
Heartfelt.  They did not grow old
With us but are always in their Spring
.  Did they depart because of a
Misunderstanding; something that
Was said or unsaid?  I grieve to
Think the consequences of such
Whimsy maybe sovereign in our
Lives but then memories are such
Fragile things and still we seek on

Every breeze the scents of hope-


That we yet may follow where our
Heart leads us.  I Am ever on the  
Way to our being  together again
If there be love this is no vanity


For Rumi and Emily Who visited with me
this morn

I wish to say something about the nothing
That I know when nothing is all I know
Still I want to say it right -so I can let it
Go  I Call it good.  God be with you I
Say that I may sleep the  dreamless
Sleep of the blessed .Till  I may wake
Again  My very breath   full of desire
I will whisper to  you sweet nothings
About where I have been with you and
Where you went my love I  followed

How wonderful -becoming stronger
Soon I will forget all my care...
Yet as thru mist .a fog horn warns
It is your watch.  Be vigilant!
Some needful duty
Some charity owed to
The one I love -that I leave
Alone in pain.   Know then
You are priceless.  Let my
Lost Bliss give testament to
That Love conquers all
Nor counts heavy the cost

But speak to  again  little
One If it offend you
I will write no more
It was more than bliss
That I could  know you

That seems obvious enough
But drink deep from the well-
The water sweet and clear tells
Of The goodness of the source
Divine is forgiveness without
Knowing the crime it speaks to
The world  its Innocence. Who
Drinks and knows should drink
Again for the evil is not revealed
It is may be healthy to admit a
Possibility of sin that requires us
To Thirst but not a necessity only
An option-Could be  just a love of the
Living waters from the eternal springs
That bids us drink to drink deep  Can
It be so wrong to be skeptical of evil
Let the good and the truth be one that
The Lord may
Keep His promises
To us
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Has hating evil never forgetting-
ever made us kinder?
Better there be lies than  lies be true.
(not to say i  am  always wise enough
To know the difference} " Where was I"
He asks me" When  I made the Leviathan?"
That I knew not I said was why I spoke as I did.
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