14 October 2005
At the land on Chrisman Mill Road
Clouds hung like heather upon
Golden misty-morning breezes
The Faithful gathered amidst the
Trees and vineyards of Kentucky
We stood among the Dead
Sang with them
Praises of Eternity
And through Eternity
Light met its mark
A dew drop upon the iron fence
Shot through with a ray which
Travelled the distance
From the sun to that finite point
So much depends
upon
The black iron
fence
Glazed with early morning
dew
Beside the white stone
pillar*
That gate keeps vigil
Stands to proclaim to all
The Faithful are becoming
Collects the early morning dew
Whence light has bent upon my eye
Reminds me of Eternity
This moment is the blink of an eye
The twinkle of a ray
Within a dew drop
Which no longer exists
*Reference made to William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheel Barrow."
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