1987-0000 Poem ‘To Shakespeare’s Source’ by Greg Wolfe, Santa Cruz from the 1988-0100 and 0200 The Divine Cool Breeze (U.S.A.), Volume 2, Issue 1, Page 12
0h great Love, there is but one, You are it.
In Your honor do I now dare discourse.
With head humbled, my heart draws strength and wit,
From your loving emissions and true force.
Many, not so many enjoy your joy,
Such a privilege is not just earned, is giv'n.
Sweet service of Love through life's glossy ploy.
And sheens of superficiality, wane.
Through my scant verse I pray your essence shine,
Not on deaf ears, deaf minds, but the beauty,
Sweetly watching and awaiting the time,
When at its height, arrogance will dizzy.
Then will You, gentle might, surely win,
Your eager treasure, the Spirit within.