Thinking about Darrell
A warp and woof is what he owns, this finite wisp a woven rhyme;
This fabric life we chance to share, we weave -
And the product, Him . . .He’s shaped and formed ’til all is milled,
Made strong and fast,
No simple feat.
And a fire burns within his heart, a yearning deep.
Of love I speak, creative urge
And then one day he sees the beam of other light,
Another star and reaches for its beckoning,