praise on low

there's a sweet song
a singing,
the melodious enter prizes
that suddenly appear
and then shift
into shadows

smirking at
the bait taker,
rhapsody in blues,
yellow and greener is the grass,
greener is your meadow--
oh dear brother,
it hurts so to see
technicolor over there,

way over yonder,
the heart that left Home
is oh but a lonely fantasy

fantasia is only undone
when you touch the grass
you sit upon
and see,
really, really see
this miracle
at your feet,
of your feet

praise on low!
the lowest of the lowly,
is here
at your feet--
even this
is the piece,
the peace,
of the Master

let the door but swing
inward

welcome Home,
dear Heart

it is you,
I,
that is forever
Love

there's a sweet song
a singing,
a melodious inner prize,
right here,
ever
here

ever hear