O Give Me A Sojourner
Who knows the silence,
the green spaces?
So that we may
know each other.
Not through effort,
but presence
that assures us
of what already is.
Who nods to sadness?
Understanding it can beckon
us to the Whole.
The ache of separateness
nurtured vis-à-vis the salve
of unity.
Who sees the wistful flower head
that makes no sound,
but perseverance and joy?
Of participating,
In a tried and true Universe.
Joel Jacobs, 2007, All Rights Reserved
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