The Chalice — (To E. H.)
The chalice of a lily cup
Is indeed the sacrament
That Mother Nature uses
When she communes with God.
Solicitude
On the sands of a happy shore,
Walked two lovers, hand in hand,
Leaving all that’s gone before.
They mark each footstep in the sand,
Knowing well that every foot print
Will be trod by their own blood,
Therefore, let each couple ponder
O’er their footsteps
For future good.
(To D. K.)
Man is the word of the story,
Woman is the inspiration,
God is the book that binds,
None other can be what is now the finished book.