crossed sticks lie on earth
between crossed sticks -- pile of ash
something rises on the wisp of smoke
dog's feet move by fast
     and the Dance flows on
     everything flows toward the rim of that
     shining Cup

through these channels/words
i want to touch you
touch you deep down
where you live
not for power but
because i love you
so
love the Lord
and in Him love me too
and in Him go your way
and i'll be right there with you
leaving
no footprints when we go
no footprints when we go
only where we've been, a faint and fading glow...

(mainly Banff  19/7/78)