(November 22, 1996)
And life bloomed in his footsteps.
Life, like a waterwheel;
The river runs on and on
as the wheel spins
the rungs pushed and freed
Fast as the river flows
the rhythm will never be faster
than the river.
And it is the water's privilege
to ride round and round
And return to the river
Rocks change and mold
Mountains make way
The destination sure
Small things do great things.
