I Don't Ask For The Sights In

The Language Of The Poem Is The Language Of Particulars.

There Are Things You Can’t Reach. But You Can Reach Out To Them, And All Day Long. The Wind, The Bird Flying Away. The Idea Of God. And It Can Keep You Busy As Anything Else, And Happier. I Look; Morning To Night I Am Never Done With Looking. Looking I Mean Not Just Standing Around, But Standing Around As Though With Your Arms Open.

Always There Is Something Worth Saying About Glory, About Gratitude.

Things Take The Time They Take. Don't Worry. How Many Roads Did St. Augustine Follow Before He Became St. Augustine?

Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart In The Forests Of Our Lives.