A sonnet from 2000…
I glory not in nature but the mind.
The mind is, after all, a gift of God.
It births a wonder of another kind,
at times predictable and others odd.
In strange communication, language speaks—
through words or music or an artist’s brush,
less silent than the snow of mountain peaks.
Imagination paints a scene as lush
as Eden. Heaven is beyond our reach.
We can’t begin to grasp the treasures there—
they go beyond our Nature or our Speech,
for there is nothing here that will compare.
But mind’s illumination lights our way.
Ideas live while natural things decay.