ancient
this burden
this life
this quest
liberating
my soul
ideas
everywhere
scandalous sandcastles
upon God's own beach
but impossible
truly
are they
to be destroyed
by his immense tides
never!
as
both are
love givers
these words
(and his tides)
missing not even the smallest nuance
giving food
still
for this fledgling hunger
knawing to the core of such
fragile humanness
grilling the genius of thought
that makes even music itself
stop to listen
knowledge weaves want
and want whispers loudly
in the ear of time itself
why, words possess body
they define this intuition
that gives each individual
the strength to speak out
remember this if nothing else
only questions
(asked with the beloved words I've
spoken of)
give us answers
as words
are the cementings of man
to all his fellow man
and God, the finest tradesman........
(written July 23, 2001 215am)