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written_leavesThree for the new year, the first for where we're going, the second for how and the third for why.
Future
The future lies before our feet,
An unmarked beach, untrodden snow,
Clear of any marks we see,
Clear skies above, clear sea below.
What might we find, whom may we greet?
What depths to fall, what song to know;
What heights to climb or tears to weep -
What harvest springs from what we sow?
We soon forget the past, so fleet,
And memories as sand-castles go -
Look forth to find what future's be,
Look back to see what you should know.
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Callouses
A triolet for those who show their love in service
The callouses upon my hands;
Behold the love within my heart.
The callouses upon my hands,
The work I've done amid time's sands,
For thee I finish what I start -
Providing for you, see my heart:
The callouses upon my hands.
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Gentle Touch
A rubiyat
Gently, the hands that formed the world,
Took earth and round it spirit curled,
Imbued with life the breath of man,
Time's long banner first unfurled.
Just as a shepherd is soft when a lamb
Caught in a bramble struggles to stand,
His hands gently lift and then set free,
Not forcing them to him, although they can.
Gentle those hands, and strong they be,
That lifted the mountains and formed the sea,
That soothe all the hurts of each small one;
Gentle they were when they came to me.
Long is the way 'til this road is done,
So grateful we are for this warming sun,
The light that shines keeping darkness at bay;
That a gentle touch to us all may come.
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Future
The future lies before our feet,
An unmarked beach, untrodden snow,
Clear of any marks we see,
Clear skies above, clear sea below.
What might we find, whom may we greet?
What depths to fall, what song to know;
What heights to climb or tears to weep -
What harvest springs from what we sow?
We soon forget the past, so fleet,
And memories as sand-castles go -
Look forth to find what future's be,
Look back to see what you should know.
-
Callouses
A triolet for those who show their love in service
The callouses upon my hands;
Behold the love within my heart.
The callouses upon my hands,
The work I've done amid time's sands,
For thee I finish what I start -
Providing for you, see my heart:
The callouses upon my hands.
-
Gentle Touch
A rubiyat
Gently, the hands that formed the world,
Took earth and round it spirit curled,
Imbued with life the breath of man,
Time's long banner first unfurled.
Just as a shepherd is soft when a lamb
Caught in a bramble struggles to stand,
His hands gently lift and then set free,
Not forcing them to him, although they can.
Gentle those hands, and strong they be,
That lifted the mountains and formed the sea,
That soothe all the hurts of each small one;
Gentle they were when they came to me.
Long is the way 'til this road is done,
So grateful we are for this warming sun,
The light that shines keeping darkness at bay;
That a gentle touch to us all may come.
-