December 23, 2021December 23, 2021 Tom Atkins Poem: As. More. As. More. As beautiful the landscape. As perfect the skies, you knowthere is something higher. You lift your arms, as if in prayer, as if to a lover, and wait, expectantly, to be lifted. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...