One man might hear and another man speak,
But speaking to ghost, or a shadow of man,
Is only made real by the touching of hands.
Or is it best to live in a dream,
Never knowing for sure what's real or just seen?
I suppose one would wonder which way we should seek;
Should we accept things just as they are,
Or try to bring closer those things that are far?
If only we love then He will be shone,
But where can we start if not in the home?
And from the start, not the end of the week,
But in the shadows most untouched things are hidden;
For fear of the light, the darkness is lived in.
From one thing he runs and this man another,
All yielding strength and courage to brothers.
From compassion and giving with kindness he reeks,
But what man can reckon whose fate is unkind,
For all men have wisdom, at least, in their minds?
L. Kelly Waters
1985