Life is

A series of drafts

Sketched from whistling winds of thought

Pushed at, pulled by the Spirit

Into, out of shape; taught

Some new form, devised for Your pleasure

And our endless leisure. A novel rhythm singing

The circle of our mind’s eye

Back to the beginning

Swinging in from brink and margin, making

A pilgrimage of progress,

An ingress of steps sublime

Climbing slowly towards

Fear of delight and longing,

Satiation out of anguish at last;

Languishing no more

You are perfect:

A meet, tripartite symphony

The complete and final score.