A GARDEN OF (Mostly) QUATRAINS by Maxq'es a'l R'eif THE COCONUT If You'd crack one small hole In the hard husk of this coconut I'd taste sweet milk of Soul And never let mankind forget That Bliss is each one's goal! A VOW (!) To do my work each merry day, Within Your game that's wholly play! LOVE'S TERMITES Termites of Love, grind and grind. Bore your Love-Holes in my mind, So it collapses like an old porch of wood, That's outlived usefulness and its good. THE GARDEN Tulips of every Shade and hue Blossom in Spring, While hid from view, The Roots' Foundation, Deep in the soil, Serves in unsung, Sacred toil. MORE TULIPS Tulips smiling at the Sun, In their bright wardrobes. Every one In the Human Order, too— Unique fragrance, unique hue. TO EACH ITS OWN Like child at play, The Soul loves God In its own way, And needs no prod. WORRY Worry's little gnat Upsets mind's elephant. Don't let him do that! Sit on the little runt! NURSERY RHYME Steady, steady, Lover, Shine. Forget yourself And God is thine. Let your Love-Light Beam its Cheer. Re-make the world Right now, Right here! A SMILE A Smile's the greatest thing to give, So Smile like the Sun on all who live. No need to utter any word. Your Smile brings Life, and all is heard! AND..LAUGHTER Laughter is a gentle breeze, That shakes those stuck, with gentle tease, Balloons skirts of the staid and stern, And lets the fresh, clear air return.