Called

-Niagara Falls

Colored

sparks of splintered

light through prisms break

the shallow wall of

gray.

Rolling

waters thunder in falls

of endless height over the edge of the

world: just beyond, the deep blue mountains

of mankind’s desire

rise.

Notes,

the language

past the point of words,

search out the hidden heart, the

inmost core of

being.

Every day the silver cord is fraying.

He who glories, let him

Glory in the

Lord.