There are moments, after long strife and sojourns in the wilderness, when a face appears, as a gentle light to give meaning to the waiting, to what had seemed an interminable struggle with one's shadow. While these moments last, one is filled with fortitude, and managing to lose one's shadow, reaches the clearing in the woods. In these poems the author has tried to retain some traces of such moments of visitation. To him these records are echoes, but will have to do until the next visitation.