Today's Stichomancy for Jim Jones

The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson:

That sings with its own voice.

The cloud-rifts share their amber light With the surface of the mere - I think the very stones are glad To feel each other near.

Once more my whole heart leaps and swells And gushes o'er with glee; The fingers of the sun and shade Touch music stops in me.

Now fancy paints that bygone day When you were here, my fair -