More . . .

Words multiplied, divided, subtracted,
only a few gems left, yours.
Offered now these few to engender
search beyond all for more . . .

Walked down a Toledo tree-lined lane, shown
grandeur shining in luster of full elation, 1971,
quiet, stillness, silence, only feathers rustling.
Lurked further within, knowing more waited.

Saw His glory like never before, such
wonder of what He shared in great beauty.
Decades later, one friend close reminds,
"May you walk in beauty."

                  for {{{(((Tachia)))}}}
   --4/10/07