From: “EDWARD JEFFS”

My Lord

Perhaps I was you,

We met on the walks of ourselves,

You were a nice old man,

And I was another flowered being,

You were just God, and a lover,

And somehow we held hands

As we journeyed into the souls

Of others, you knew everything

And I who knew nothing,

Held your hand and became you,

And you became others.
For Barbra Potter Bleecker on her Ordination

1/17/98 Edward J. Jeffs