beloved and bountiful crescent sun
like bright summer breezes blowing by
always attempt to tide death over
with your generous light
flowing ever freely across time
to warm the barren moment of such
universal grieving
when we cry
the Lord counts our tears
and gently returns each one
to the ocean's massive bowls
for all future's safe keeping
the salt protects such spirited waters
from vile oceanic thieves
but not as well as the earth would like...........
(Dec. 31, 1998)