There Is The Joy Of

The Poet Is An Untier Of Knots, And Love Without Words Is A Knot, And It Drowns.

A Crippled Child Said, "how Shall I Dance?" Let Your Heart Dance We Said. Then The Invalid Said: "how Shall I Sing?" Let Your Heart Sing We Said Then Spoke The Poor Dead Thistle, "but I, How Shall I Dance?" Let Your Heart Fly To The Wind We Said. Then God Spoke From Above "how Shall I Descend From The Blue?" Come Dance For Us Here In The Light We Said. All The Valley Is Dancing Together Under The Sun, And The Heart Of Him Who Joins Us Not Is Turned To Dust, To Dust.

Many Things Can Wait. Children Cannot. Today Their Bones Are Being Formed, Their Blood Is Being Made, Their Senses Are Being Developed. To Them We Cannot Say "tomorrow." Their Name Is Today.

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

I Have A Faithful Joy And A Joy That Is Lost. One Is Like A Rose, The Other, A Thorn. The One That Was Stolen I Have Not Lost.