What a faithful friend,
In pain and mystery,
In time and round each hurling bend,
The fearsome one, fragrant mercy.

Poemise the day,
A snapshot for another...
Me or someone not the same,
On a train I talked to a brother,
The divide bridged by our Lord's might,
And talk flowed through the generations.

Meet me there in deepest thoughts,
And grow me into deepest silence,
Your words so great, and deepest wisdom,
Do abound in deepest nights.

Grow in me a zealous hunger,
For your word and weighty things,
To sit beside the deepest thinkers,
Resting on your faithful shoulders.