Tonight the man sweeps his feet,
For the night so asks for love.
Tonight, the man shall be watched,
By a blessing oh-so given to him.
A gift from thee Who It Is,
Bestowing never-less of love.
Never more of beauty, forgiveness,
and of fair affairs.
For tonight, the man transcends from his plane,
That has oh-so constrained him to be in.
Man may not touch of blessing,
But by thought of which it may.
Thought is bounded by man,
If man is man, man is thought.
The Viking Journal 