It's been awhile since a poetry posting in this blog. Not much scintillating happening in my life to report these days. Five days a week to Methodist hospital to see cheery technicians who treat me and send me on my. May this poetry inspire.
Philip Booth
Hope
Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance… Then to good sleep,
and - if it happens - glad waking.
Takk for alt,
Al
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