Deeper Meaning - Sonnet 21

A work of prose does shapely tune itself,

By workings of an inner torrent, to

The frequency of life. How much more, too,

When two or more give strength to ailing self,

If both abreast walk through the open door

That lesser men avoid, yet not inferred:

The mundane, profane, and the most absurd

In keeping with both sweetness and the poor;

And how innately mankind hopes to rise.

What if we, then, conferred with charging beast

In wilderness, to get real with the trees,

The birds, the rivers, and the starry skies

And wrote such prose not only with the mind

But with our actions, words, and heart combined?