He sailed, and small the luggage
That he carried in his hand;
But what he carried in his heart
Was more than science, more than art.
You have allowed me poetry
Will You promote me. . .
When you look through a telescope
far out into the universe,
you are still looking for you.
when the great, green
pines have grown…
I followed the path down to the old garden
Where flowers at play awaited my coming;
I anointed them with water, then all of a sudden…