A thousand thousand ways to choose,
A million million methods to use
To reach a searching human mind,
To burst through lost and into find.
Unbearably lovely musical strains.
Unforeseen rainbow even as it rains.
Fireworks streaming in a night deathly dark.
Redwinged blackbird's bright note. Or a lark.
A radiant blossom with deeply-hued petals.
Exquisite snowflakes as they drift and they settle.
A cloud. A smile. Or the colour of a skirt.
One hand of comfort on a shoulder of one hurt.
Mysterious are the ways of the dove:
Oh, Spirit, come touch the hearts that I love.
--Hermina Janz, Feb. 15, 2009
