I rise to sing!

Words fail me.

I see the breeze before I feel it, and, of course, am then disappointed. No joy fuller than the surprise.

My heart lies about the loved ones, my prayer is touching them, caring for them.

I seek my spine, to find it, to nourish it, to exercise it, to trust it.

Oh, Great God of good times and bad, keep me humble, keep me strong.

Let my words proclaim; free them from the thick gum of explaining, rationalizing.

Let me be satisfied with a little said, and much felt, witnessed, unsaid. Let silence be no loss. Let mystery be the finest joy!

5/30/97