The Plain

The Plain

Looking back at

youth's energy field..

the formative Plain

belongs to him

and to me..

There penetrating

notes and words

imagine each day

a long gray line..

Songs instilled then

 return often in

memory's moments..

an entanglement

Plain and cadet

a grip and

a far off hold..

A grip of 

youthful strength

courage in war.. 

the Plain's gift

sustains special

belonging

through earthly life..

Also are found

in lurking shadows

voices crying out

for new resolution

new perspectives

longings of 

advancing years..

A new journey

not to the Plain..

a road of ascent

a path resurrecting..

with signpost mottos

to remind and replace

those cased in gold..

Now with pause

a glance backward

in joy reveals

new Clarity of that

formative field..

the Plain's shadow

grips and holds..
grounding a 

dim yet searching
 inner light...


for Paul
and for me