How Do You Choose Your Way of Life?
The things you do are wonderful.
Nearly raising Adele, as well as other children,
May quite well be raising their souls from Hades,
For you are wonderful:
Your morals are pristine, as is your character.
You take the carriage down-road
To places, on your own,
Places you have yet to travel;
It is such a marvel.
A lady like you: full of trust.
Your love for your dear Edward
Is deep-rooted in Love.
Maybe he, too, might have been cast downward,
Had it not been for your truthfulness;
You are not too damn blunt,
But blunt just the right amount,
Yet, your sword remains sharp.
How do you do it?
What or Who or what or who
Helps you stay fair and sturdy?
You give us the answer:
“We know that God is everywhere;
But certainly we feel His presence most
When His words are on the grandest scale
Spread before us;
And it is in the unclouded night-sky,
Where His worlds wheel their silent course,
That we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence,
Jane, tell us Who again.
Dear Jane, Who?
“I turned my prayer to thanksgiving:
The Source of Life was also the Saviour of spirits.”
*Citations from XXVII (373)