Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart

I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And Nothing Else.

But I Also Say This: That Light Is An Invitation To Happiness, And That Happiness, When It's Done Right, Is A Kind Of Holiness, Palpable And Redemptive.

Come With Me Into The Woods Where Spring Is Advancing, As It Does, No Matter What, Not Being Singular Or Particular, But One Of The Forever Gifts, And Certainly Visible.

Maybe The World, Without Us, Is The Real Poem.

One Day You Finally Knew What You Had To Do, And Began.