tears from heaven fall
on hardened hearts and begin
to melt them away

the delineation between light and shadow. a horizon of meditation where darkness and light meet. we live here below and see as through a glass darkly and wait for the glory that is to come...

we sit at the round
table our discussions go
on infinitely

the sparks fly upwards
and send our dreams as letters
on kite strings to God

never forget that
life comes from above even
as we stoop below