. . . instar my temple
within the gravid
flowers of volcanic heat . . .
The Host II
All these points of view,
I know,
could make one stagger in confusion-rings;
I've yet to meet a person
that hasn't got one, tho'.
The Lord of that Kingdom
drank a toast to all attending
as, now, I lift my cup to thee.
. . . rays of sunlight whisper softly
in peaceful quiet yesterdays
and now we look to other things
and look to other ways . . .
Copyright 2005 njTare
