keeping Colors –

tell me a story of deep delight -- robert penn warren

it begins at Night, the inkling of the thing

that makes wheels go round

keeps fish jumping in the Creek with hope

in their next

generation; a boy seated on a rock

by the water wonders

about the wisdom

of trees, the Silent avowal

of a Searching Spirit; when

the Eagle flies

we burn with heat and Incensed arrival

here at the

gates to your Salvation -- We will

lead you

through galaxies away and into yourself

here lilting

in our Cachinnations lonely and Aware; there,

the Swan returns, the

Geese again make Warning sounds in the reeds, we

shift against

the Seasons to warm

to each other in a hazy dusk -- here

we find magic

in a minute's Passing, a

resurrection

of some mystical Source; your

eyes look into your heart

and see

the Upcoming union of Self

and Soul; Who is

she, there,

around Us, bending through

time

to deliver Us? -- We are ready

as an Audience

to your Will we will here await

your Sentence and your

truth --