All of this happened Before, will happen again. I see the writing On the wall. It says, “You might as well enjoy it.” I embrace
Everything was in Harmony. I was complete. Then descended the Fire, consuming My round balanced table. But It released the fount Of untold blessings, The
My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
In the dry heat and Dust, long have I walked. I am Parched. She comes like one Long awaited, to My care is she sworn.
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
Struck was I by light She shone to my mind’s darkness; Show’d me thus my light.