Healing-Hurts

It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away

Friday, December 01, 2006

The need that others own
this is ours to share

Through what we have more
is of our own to freely give

For I keep more than I need only
to steal from life`s resources

It is now that I know how to treasure Need
as a spiritual and moral guardian

That I have access to a Wholeness of Life
by healthily living with others

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