Its the little words
that find themselves
in passage onward,
to the inwardness of the heart.
Careful of what you write on the soul
that the Lord has given you;
as the leaves mourn you,
and grass remembers your path,
and arrange themselves,
into the most thrifty and elegant of elegies.
Stars one day must pass
In the fall the trees allow
the moon to pass through their bareness.
For the living words you have shared
have enriched beyond
the soiling of a coin.
For the scripture within you
leans against the seasons
as the toiling of a tired planet
the schemes of man are always wanting
for a wise man teaches even in his passing.
For God expects all good things
to return to him
in which all things are completed
in both duty and unseen beauty