In the redemption of my life <br />The sensate played first violin <br />The presence of a beauty unspoken, unheard <br />The color of flowers with eternal call - silent <br />That played across the adult years of gray <br />With its splotches of black and turquoise and gold <br />Until the bankrupt soul, <br />Like a chick pecking out of its shell <br />Breaks forth into light <br />An intimation of life and death and light <br />Unnamed beyond our present darkness.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-much-belated-salute-to-the-gardner-as-evangelist/
