Hearest thou me?
Conscious of thy child’s communion?
Meetest thou me as son or spirit?
Yea; closer now than as tender offspring of thy loins,
I sat upon thy knee, inquirer and receiver,
In the long ago.
Yet fettered I by frailties of the flesh,
With poor and halting language of mortal men,
Miserable makeshift, the spirit’s aphasia,
This spoken or written word—