I am comforted by nothing readily.
Not the spirit, nor the pen.
Are friend to me.
...
If I cannot capture in this light.
The beauty which I see tonight.And,
And an ear be all, I have for sight.
...
Dancing On The Rim
There are,
Paths through faith.
And,
We must keep the cup of faith
Always to our lips.
And, a tear of fervent prayer,
A moist finger touched.
Is gently dancing on the rim.