The words fly from the skies and from the depths of the earth
We are guided
By a courageous hand and a generous heart
Calm spirit
On paths of wisdom during the centuries
On confused and troubled decades
Through a beautiful and violent tongue
A hill for us to ascend
And a pool in which to lie
And if I stop my bicycle on the hill
Be assured I'll find paths old and new
On the wheel that is dragged on its unforgettable flight
Andy Oram
April 28, 2023