Far as the sun rises,
to conception of simplicity's blanket of true things,
this bold flame of love this world once lost will burn.
It shall not be extinguished
by former floods that fade,
false flattery given
or tragic past,
worst of us,

   Stolen Days.

True Love, faithful friend found
shares still kingdom lies within,
while we shall build effortlessly
it is here we shall reside—inside
great I Am unfolding in our hearts
laid out like a Way of Graciousness
in a moment where all things are available,
present to

   Gift Returned.

From promised future full
what was prophesied steps forward with confidence
rarefied, made more precious by
epiphanies of light, wonder,
a capacity
like mustard seeds,
mountains rising from
ocean's breadth,

   Comfort, Joy.