Serious Play

Love creates by expressingEach blessing,AddressingAll man may feel distressing.Though such grace did he reduceTo mere use;With abuse:The eternal makes no truce.Thinking freedom to be foundWithout bound—Fate confound—Only bondage did abound.The man of utility:Never free;Strapped is heBy tall demands of Beauty.‘Hear the song writ in your heart,My own art;Now’s your part:Any time you want to start.’RememberContinue reading “Serious Play”