(this was written in 1979…and I just found it, and I was struck that it might well have been written to myself, hidden and lonely and imprisoned in all the things that I was bound by…shame, loneliness, distrust, abandonment, alienation…and all that in the midst of a life that appeared to be vital and outgoing and faithful and fruitful!
remember Constance…be kind to every single person you meet! You never know what burdens they carry, and what the pebble of one word might do, with eternal effect.)
Song of You
I see you
not with my eyes
but with my heart
a face no darkness can consume,
no light can outshine,
with me always through-out time.
I hear you
not with my ears
but with my eyes.
I hear what lies behind the syllables
I see them, feel them deep inside
words you could never speak or hide.
I am touched
not by your hands
but by your thoughts,
feelings caution can’t erase
nor careless caprice…
you give me peace.