Trading Place: a Discourse

Through the dark of panting woods the old man comes Troubled with anxiety ... afraid the axeman had come first And each shudder of light there, his frail footsteps numbs For each missing tree for him make expectations worst. What if I knock at a friends door, and silence comes back All droopy headed and sad, I'd regret forever this old track! Each is more than a probable house, it is a living heart Where Deborah Guzzi, Charma Chircop, Karen O'Leary Jimmy Goff, Carolyn Devonshire, James Peranteau heart Held communion with mine, so did Higgins, my country Man, and Brian Strand, Carol Brown, Raul Moreno all these I cringe for each time I feel the rusty reap of rapid breeze. So here I am in worship of what is better than us all, since Grace and giver must be the same, here I bring prayers Out of faith that fathom all dept and hold my love convinced That we are nobler than nameless gatherers and scatterers Before us again, or equal to some, who shared this dream Hedged by the certainty that life is more than what it seem