Saturday, 5 July 2008

Did we recognize the Son

For he, he did come
But did we recognize the Son
In the starving mob
And in the aborted blob
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In the dying child
And in the mother's cries, wild
In the enemy's face
Or the anemone's grace
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In the wild flowers
And the wide open bowers.
All life comes about
Out of nature's lack of doubt
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For the sun does rise
On the ignorant and wise
On the great mountains
And the descending fountains.
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But will the sunset
On knowledge without regret,
If we never come
To see everything as one.
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2 comments:

Amada said...

I really like this one! You do have talent Nick, in writing and painting. Thanks for my comment today. I would be glad to have your link on my page.

trinitystar said...

Yep!, No seperation ... we are all one.
Namaste!
trinity