I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.