Time and its myriad forms, I know too well. God from high Heaven speaks. There is a change. I hear with ear attentive, and, listening, turn my head. That which I visioned, yet visioning could not reach, is nearer to my heart.
Old longings come again, yet die.
Old chains of glamor snap. Forward I rush. Myriads of voices speak and halt me in my tracks. The thunder of the sounds of earth shuts out the voice of God. I turn me on my forward path, and vision once again the long held joys of earth, and flesh and kin.