"elementary, my dear man,"
spake the sleuthing sage
cull the depths of your wonderful soul
record them on the page
in faith, weather stress, express to
bless creation to it's source,
earth does not wait as human fates
meted out, reap love or remorse
enchant to win, to reel back in the
uncouth dove in disguise
never to doubt the ultimate good,
and to meet it in the eyes
Carry words, carry dances, rhythms,
And all creative pursuits,
Regard not critics, wield your wit like leviathans mighty tooth.
Tell me truly, spell it plain, show your noble face.
And ever, stubbornly, on my tongue will be the words of grace.
