I Write To Find Out What I

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting.

God Once Declared He Was True And Then Took The Veil And Withdrew.

Haven't You Heard, Though, About The Ships Where War Has Found Them Out At Sea, About The Towns Where War Has Come Through Opening Clouds At Night With Droning Speed Further O'erhead Than All But Stars And Angels And Children In The Ships And In The Towns?

You Have Freedom When You're Easy In Your Harness.

Our Lives Laid Down In War And Peace May Not Be Found Acceptable In Heaven's Sight. And That They May Be Is The Only Prayer Worth Praying. May My Sacrifice Be Found Acceptable In Heaven's Sight.