Sitting in Michael's Lap
I built a wall about me, as refuge for my heart,
For, disenchanted with the world, I thought to live apart.
I thought to build it, first, of sand a castle just for me
But Love crept in like ocean waves, and swept it out to sea.
I fashioned it of oaken limbs, and thought my work was good --
But Love attacked with whetted axe it split like firewood.
I settled next on solid stone now surely, this would stay!
But Love whisked in with tireless winds, and whittled it away.
I crafted it of tempered steel twould certainly suffice!
But Love became a blazing heat, and melted it like ice.
At last, despairing and afraid, I built my wall of flame,
In desperate hope I'd found the thing not even Love could tame.
My fiery keep was never breached now, lonely and in pain,
I stand, beseeching cloudless skies, and pray for Love to rain.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest
[This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 01-27-2000).]