I see him at twilight running with wolves
And bearing Artemis’ own cypress bow
Rushing through rivers and forests and groves
Intent on worship that only they know.
I see him in fire, which crackles with heat
And consuming its temporal tinder
Rises with fury each challenge to meet
Till at last it dies down as a cinder.
I see him in water, beyond the light
Bubbling deep thoughts that may never arise
At soundless depths beyond Poseidon’s sight
There his soul whispers and his spirit cries.
These visions guide me to live and to grow.
They teach me to be, to value, and know.
Benjamin J. Cline
June 20, 2001
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