You are a firm foundation; you are the earth
Grounding the mistic effervescent misting effusions empyreal emanations volcanic endeavors
Cathedralic manifestations in which this life is built
The mists that a meadow flower-field breathes
The flighty clouds that condense in floating skies
Arising from oceanic bedrock by creative days’ energetic fire
Testing the receptiveness of a sea of otherness boundless around me
You receive me always. Listen, lift up, light up life
When those clouds amass dark and impend disaster
Then you say, “There is no disaster.”
I’ve gotten along alone a long time
Time and times and half a time
As have you, too—in this our separate lives shared
But as I am alone in my generative doings’ aspirations
Being Self
You are always with the alone self generative
Gratitude
I forget sometimes
What all is gifted me, indeed, all I have
And it’s a lot
(Though most would call my circumstances straightened)
The greatest gift a Gracious Creator has endowed me
And you give daily, through the years, in the moment
Of your own volition to me
Carol, I thank you
David Fekete 