like a meadow at dusk
(I walked into such luck.
kiss me once, twice, a million:
Oh my God, you are Brilliant!)
and how fireflies ignite,
I catch tidbits & delight
underlidtop my heart
(Never so far apart.)

The Father of the Earth awoke,

And gave a gift to each of his sons.

The first was knowledge,

So that they might triumph.

The second was will,

So that they might rage.

The third was hope,

So that they might endure.

And his sons gazed on high to ask,

"Why?"

And the Father was silent.

For no answer could justify the pain that would be his final gift,

So that they might see what it is to be alive.