It is small, simple, deep. Everything moves in its way: trees sway, ice goes down, the rising forest meets the heather field. There is much to say, where mountains find her feet, and skies meet chimneys, as seasons pause. This place is mercy, it is abundant, rich, like the fat cow, planted in the pasture. [...]
Each soul comes, like rain from dearth, to torrent, one after another, birth to birth, to Cradle, bed, manger, basket, box, crate, hamper, bassinet, can, earth. Denied or accepted, each infant in turn, comes praising, its maker, marked by its birth, its infinite worth, from Mother, Father, God, celebrated or cursed, Each soul recreated, the [...]
A middle-aged man thinks of death. Each telling, romantic at the ford, Slips on to some foreboding end, Out past the trimmed fields, Past its decay and demise. Fortune, once his travel mate, Has left for other companionship, Through the western gate, beyond The eastern wall. These are new thoughts, unfamiliar. Broken against the still [...]