The Body Is A Damn Hard Thing

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

It Is A Dead Heart. It Is Inside Of Me. It Is A Stranger Yet Once It Was Agreeable, Opening And Closing Like A Clam.

It Is In The Small Things We See It. The Child's First Step, As Awesome As An Earthquake. The First Time You Rode A Bike, Wallowing Up The Sidewalk.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.