"The mind that was your beauty
Now is dark
And the soul, the elevating spirit,
Too, is gone.
My mind returns to think upon a line;
'Will we meet again?'
Neglected for so long.
The question hurts. My mind pursing it.
Approaches God in silence and alone.
Looks up; and then it knows
It must not ask;
'The answer, child, will come
When you have grown.'"
- James H. Ware, Jr., 1922-2012. God rest your soul, Mr. Jim!
Submitted by Jason Stern