There Is A Day When No Poem Can Come
And There Is Another Day
When All Is Poetry-
And Inside One Hears One-‘s Own Soul Singing Without End
And Knows:
This Is What One Has Been Made For –
These Words-
These Sounds-
This Depth Of One-‘s Own Being
Far Far Far-
In A Beauty Greater Than One Can Understand
Or Know
How To Be Grateful To God For