(for PERRY MILLER)
We have wandered, we have come
through dark terrain to this place
against great odds. The greater
odds of our fear whispered
"doubt is lord" and sought to murder resolve.
But we overcame it, hurling up shadows
like mountains each way we turned.
We were starved for the light,
hungry men whom manna could not feed.
Instead of erecting a monument to desire
but taking each day, each night for what it brought
and only that (the only truth we sought),
we set to work, to wait, to watch and see
if we are free and things turn out all right.