BROOKS AND KNIGHTS

The babbling brooks speak languages unknown
As they gait joyfully in beds of clay
From mountains' heights to valleys.Mid their play,
They follow their "course" singing hymns they own.

The voices I hear never sing alone,
Resounding far from foreign founts.They pray
In words unknown translating me some way
To yonder's treasured transcendental zone!

Today's arms of flesh hold the future tight
And that far future's nigh in earthenwear,
A guest from heaven this beloved knight!

From precious depths spring babblings everywhere:
"Angelic tongues?"Yet, we know aright
They speak of love and heaven's tender care!