To be forthright, is never full of holes (It saves a lot of falling into them) For truth destines our suns for the Isle of Souls (Where everyone is healed who grasps the hem) Let us Seek out Love and all of its joyful burdens Wander home and wonder if Peace is hidden Or, pregnant as a beginning is full of rainbows Hide our mirthful cries Hold Life to be unwanting Of any good thing And Trust Him