calyxWe peer eagerly,
Through little windows,
Like the breaking fragrance
Of a early bud;
Shut, in the calyx
Of tomorrow’s flower:
Pressing, in a darkness,
Alight with visions
We cannot clearly see;
In a silence,
Alive, with voices
We cannot yet hear:
Like helpless shoots,
Coming into being,
We must set our all on
The one thing given us,
And lift up our hearts
To the Light that beckons.