You let me in to see a gentle land and took me on a splendid guided tour, but I could not touch seashells with your hands, or feel in my heart what you feel in yours. Your world was private, and I would not try to own this empire I had never seen, to be at ease beneath your tranquil sky, to feel at home where I have never been. Your oaks and unicorns and reed-filled pools are meant for kinder men, best left alone, enjoyed, remembered, subject to no rules, glimpsed for a moment, not claimed as one's own. Your world is intimate; I was allowed brief beauty that my presence cloaked with shrouds. -- copyright November 1998 Jerry Jenkins
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