A Simple Ode I bow before your knowing eye and tremble at your hand. I know, myself, that nothing less will satisfy the man. I yearn for things you can supply -- a god, whose touch inspires. And you hold all within a soul, then invite me to inquire. I follow you to halls unseen in mountain heights above. I join the Angels in your horde who shower you with love. You have the key to turn the lock. Your wisdom lights the day. I wait for you beneath the tree to let you guide the way...