A Light Exists In Spring

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.

It Might Be Lonelier Without The Loneliness - I’m So Accustomed To My Fate - Perhaps The Other - Peace - Would Interrupt The Dark - And Crowd The Little Room - Too Scant - By Cubits - To Contain The Sacrament - Of Him - I Am Not Used To Hope - It Might Intrude Upon - Its Sweet Parade - Blaspheme The Place - Ordained To Suffering - It Might Be Easier To Fail - With Land In Sight - Than Gain - My Blue Peninsula - To Perish - Of Delight -

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.