The poem
I keep my answers small and keep them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I let Small answers be a bulwark to my fear.
The huge abstractions I keep from the light; Small things I handled and caressed and loved. I let the stars assume the whole of night.
But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacity Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.
Even when all small answers build up to Protection of my spirit, I still hear Big answers striving for their overthrow
And all the great conclusions coming near.