I Came To Love, I Came Into

My Papa's Waltz: The Whiskey On Your Breath Could Make A Small Boy Dizzy; But I Hung On Like Death: Such Waltzing Was Not Easy. We Romped Until The Pans Slid From The Kitchen Shelf; My Mother's Countenance Could Not Unfrown Itself. The Hand That Held My Wrist Was Battered On One Knuckle; At Every Step You Missed My Right Ear Scraped A Buckle. You Beat Time On My Head With A Palm Caked Hard By Dirt, Then Waltzed Me Off To Bed Still Clinging To Your Shirt.

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.