Deliverance: de-livered and de-lived,
May winter blues abandon our home.
In springy step, the spring has just arrived
To sunlight-wash the equinoctial dome.
Retry, rerun, rebirth, rejuvenation …
Yet no firm design and no plan.
Get rid, like stag of antlers, of stagnation,
Of all the semiotic chaff and bran.
Let guiding lights of charitable love
Obediently lead to higher ground,
Vague outlines of mountains above
In misty air, and wilderness around.
No man has traveled yet this lofty path.
God bless you, friend, though I believe he hath.
March 21, 1999