...the
life was the light
-- John 1:4
When I want a word with you
to let you know how much I care,
you're lost in weeding from your mind
concepts you find foreign there.
You take and turn the
seed I've tossed
suspect in your hands, to make
sure it goes with what you've got
already laid so carefully in rows.
And since it
seems bred of wild
strains that justify rejection,
you exclude it from your dreams
with the child who brought affection.
You won't
believe unless you find
me somewhere in your books defined.
Had you looked up, you'd have heard
my flesh interpreting the word.
--- Mahlon H.
Smith