Heaven is the honeyed thought,
The hope of fullest dawn,
When all unruly wants are brought
So neatly and reworn,
As ornaments of deepest love,
It's shadows never forms,
But goodened by the good above,
Present old ways forlorn.

I call You Great Comforter, friend,
The standing rock in splashing seas,
All else is deathly deep but you,
On you I find my feet. My feet,
Shall never falter this I know,
For you are firm though all else moves,
And even time finds pause in you.
And even stars find night in you.
And even stones find songs in you!
And even I'll find peace in you.

A rain walk - rain talk,
To bridge the time between,
Old friends to the shifting hiss,
New friends in view of this
Old sound a texture into sheen,
Turned the world a blackboard and it chalk,

It wrote here in the petals,
It wrote here in the leaves,
It wrote here in the sloping hills,
The hidden stones beneath,

The people they must hear it,
The backdrop of a life under the clouds.

Walking in the harsher rain,
Surrounded by my blood tied squad,
Five mouths agape at the unfolded cliffs,
Such beautiful stone and glimmering ocean,
Left me dazed in the harsher rain,
We smile at the downpour,
Failing to ruin a walk it watered it.