I've started writing poetry again:


Beneath the far-flung, endless roof of space,
A single hymn is turning in the void,
A chanting coming from another place
Where ancient infant fears are all destroyed.
Arise, you armies of the twilight moon
And carry home the hopeless and afraid
Who all through Life have prayed that Death come soon;
Now lay them ‘neath the Great Tree lest they fade.
Give unto them the Living Water true,
Glowing in the silver shade of night;
Speak unto them the Word that will renew ---
Immortal flower, blossom in the light.