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I'll sleep in tomorrow's frost

and make haste of the night

bid me farewell

let me know what it is I seek

and uncap the wealth of knowledge

that seeks me out in hopeful

acquisition

God is reaching for me

a million hands of love

he holds out

I am a quiet accepter

like one small hill among

the great mountains of time

theres so much to express

but my vessel is so small

I'm trying to drain a lake

with one drinking straw

or there the like

the mind recognizes the brain's limits

but it is diligent in the 'Path Of Steps'

commanding itself to adhere to such

constant searching

shall the water that islands my quest

storm or grow still

it is not for me to know

the hand of God upon my back

is all I need to care about............

(June 27, 2000 4am)