When the stitches around
a patch
hold;
When the stones fit
and fullfill
a mathematical prophecy;
When the rubble
stops falling
from a torn house;
When the soil
holds the lake
from leaking into the fire;
When the speech
between minds
resonates
and creates something new;
When eyes
can see
the clear beauty
in themselves;
When the tree
grows around
the rusting fence;
When the seedling
emerges,
and after a lifetime
returns to the dust;
When the machine
overcomes
the unforeseen;
When the cycle
continues.
-Robert L. Jackson III
