Poem for the day

Am I not beside the stream
Waking in the caddis dream
Shielding home of stone perfection
Build outside inside reflection

By the whirl and dash of pool
Chose my Self each polished jewel
Thus each tear that ever flowed
Made the river my abode

For was it not written so
Later sand a pearl may grow
And by current trials cement
Conquered I my soul's lament

As the ram and ewe made lamb
As the beaver made the dam
As the songbird wove the nest
Self as parent be expressed

Make construction ever last!
Far beyond thy mortal cast
Rise transfigured see above
Thy external, eternal love

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