mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (M.J.Hauck) (12/10/84)
Repayment 12/10/84 How do I repay the gift that has no price a door was shut, never to be opened, or so I thought A gentle touch did what all my pounding didn't the door fell, crumbling into dust as I stood amazed withing The dream of a thousand lifetimes shimmered in the doorway of my prison cell I knew not what to do A form did bid me to follow Through this doorway was I to move To go, yes I will The light of the day was upon my face behind, the doorway and cell disappeared I am free, as long as I wish Looking to the one who had released me The form was entering its own doorway I had given no payment Mary Hauck May my spirit touch you