Her heart speaks

   a matchless eloquence,

     an exquisite oratory.

In haunted hush,

   she reveals the glory

     of God’s providence.

With a lilt of thrush,

   she seeks,

     in tiny increments,

       the greatest story–

     the grandest in all.

And lives

     and receives

   every thing she gives

     and believes–

       which all her days,

     ever, in all ways,

   endlessly befall.

 Fall 2007