How wise love has made us
The tender teacher
who teaches best of all
Opens the core
so gently
touches
Talks softly in our ears
Whispers what is true
And we hear
Then do, and in that doing
learn all over again
soul-sharing
jjl
11/19/2007
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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