Art Is The Means We

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

May My Silences Become More Accurate.

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.