These poems I lay at the Creator's feet,
orphaned though they may be in the buzz of
the world. Thus do I answer him and repeat
a timeless story out of simple love.
These poems I lay at the Creator's feet.
Not to be be lost in watery expanses,
where all who need a voice cast their net
of words. So many ephemeral trances.
But He will not absent Himself. Or forget.
These poems I lay at the Creator's feet.