Art by Norman E. Masters
Were one to speak from his heart
words into a book
words into cyberspace
were he to dip into secret places
in his own heart
in the hearts of those who hear --
such hidden words
do not give themselves up to light listening
do give themselves up to pondering.
No word enters your secret chamber
but that which is recognized as family
no word is grafted into rootstock
but that which is kindred. |
