Here I am

Here I am, again, drinking and smoking...thinking of you-

What more can a man do but praise you for what you have made...

Another free man no longer a slave: to the lusts of life; and all its provision..

From him that was, and all his division..

Into a land flowing with milk and honey:

Let nothing take you away, for in your rest there is a place: a life; a truth; a way.

Don't despair my little pear,

You are so sweet to me.

What a treat, to sit at the feet, of he who is to be.