Just give me time and I will see
The beauty there, the harmony.

I cannot see things as they are,
A blade of grass, a shooting star

For me were full of images,
As horses are to carriages.

The memories of bygone times
Recall such things as church bell chimes

And summer lanes that lead nowhere
Past chewing cows who meet my stare,

With all those thoughts still packed away
Within that time I still could play

And let my my mind range far and wide
Encompassing the wind and tide.

But now, to raise those erstwhile thoughts
Is bitter sweet, gold turned to quartz;

For , once I saw life face to face
And knew our World a holy place.

Now how hard it is to see
The beauty here, the harmony.

June 1992