At Whiterock in Killiney Bay
A lonesome saxaphonist fills the early sunny winter morning
In gving we're living
Making, not taking
Leaving home we return
Leaving self we arrive
In reaching out
We touch inside.
The ecstasy of giving
No longer blind
Now we see.
The selfless gene
Without fear or favour
Not lending but giving
A promise, once given
Is a bond forever
And ever.
pmm nuevedejulio
No comments:
Post a Comment