FI REF ALL

Dusk has long become night

Expectant eyes on the favored wall

The bridge rock warms your back

Oh, when will the fire fall.

Lovers lightly touch the dark

Children murmur in play

Even the river of mercy quiets

Sensing the beauty to come.

A call from below, dim response from above

And the awesome has begun

No picture or poem has prepared you

For such is inspiration.

Man made ... yes

God given ... surely

Our being will ever retain it

When bridge and fall are gone.

                                     Anon.