Rich beyond all measure
we stand blind in the midst.
The light of God shines through us
and around us in every form
and we go aching
from mood to mood
and place to place
in search of His peace and joy.
He must smile with compassion
at children such as we
who, in the wheat fields of His love,
cannot find the harvest
nor simply love the sun.
gallagher
28 March 1985
after yet another listening of Gibran's, The Prophet.
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —