from Poems of Austria (Kitzbuhel, Austria, summer 1965) copyright 1965 by Tracy Marks Inspiration The night is too dark to distinguish my words, but never too dark to absorb all that is too deep for words. How little we are, how weak, how blind, how foolish to wish on stars when mountainslopes and greenery lie at our feet. God has created too much our eyes to discover, yet our pens will always seek to express. Song without Music The world is not ours, nor will it ever be. Around me is a song without music, a poem without words. Silver clouds float in a paling sky as mountain slopes show their varied greens, forever reaching, forever stretching, forever sculpturing an earth of magnificence yet grace. God is here in Austria. Everywhere I look I see His face. |