Concertos of music have never known the tranquility of your look – like the undisturbed resonance of a lake across the threshold of true innocence. . . I recall that gaze over time and draw upon its strength, as if to drink from a well of Life that spews forth from His heart. Instant upon instance, the Image plays over and again, that line I willingly spanned in my life which emerged from your original eyes: I cross over into native land, holding all that is my own never once doubting the truth unfolding from your integrity and arise into the Daylight of Dawn.
© K. James Ribble