Half light is neither night nor day

But lies between the dusk and dark;

Ideas half-sold, not all the way,

Light fires none, no, not a spark.

 

A tale in half without the end,

No moral makes if just in part;

And half a try a wrong to mend

Often ends in a hardened heart.

 

The greatest ills are not by fate,

For it seems that less than all,

Or half a man without a mate

Are the errors which bring our fall.

 

Half a walk will not bring you home

Neither back to the God you love;

Nor can a man who is only half

Return full glory to God above.

 

 

 

Poem written

1 May 1969

at sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Margie,

 

I love you with all my heart,

and my life is what I give you.

Take it and love it

and make it your own.

Handle it carefully

and shape it and mould it,

for in your tender hands

lies the power of creation.

You and God and my self will

are now an eternal team.

 

May 1969