Yours was the baited hook that drew me close When I was wandering in an alien land, A stranger to myself–and yet you chose To cast the line, to catch my trembling hand; And through the twisting corridors of doubt You showed me that I always knew the way, That all was waiting while I stood without, The feast, the dance, the Spring, the Light, the Day. And now the wound that pierced when first I clung Flows with... Read more