Opening the doors, that spent all their life gently serving
My feeble egoism, though taking none of my gratitude.
Eyes were then training to devour the flash of light and
To define the tangled threads of a motherly nature's love.
The light seemed offending at first, but my search for
Miracles found me hopping merrily behind the granter
Of joy, an old lizard! As I searched the sparks of my
Vision, the moments were summed up by the words
I discovered myself