Kingsbrae 11.4
11 June 2017
Giving Back
In the beginning was the wind,
and the wind created waves,
whitecaps on wild waters
with sunlight dancing a tiptoe
hornpipe, heel and toe, landwards
towards the headland where the
lighthouse grows from rough and
ready rock, its light cast on water
and returned fourfold in the yellow
moon path, step after stepping stone,
golden from sea to gardens with
their marigold path leading to
house and home and the banquet
spread before them, so solemn the altar,
this day of all days, when we celebrate
our lost and loved ones with bread
cast, like light, out upon the waters
and tenfold always our love returned.
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Fantastic. LOVE IT
So good to see you here, Judy. If this poem speaks to you, of all people, then it does indeed have a voice. Thanks so much.
This is a gorgeous piece of writing, Roger!
I think you have returned tenfold the gifts you have taken from the conference.
Thank you so much Tanya. I don’t know what to say. This piece came suddenly, from nowhere, and there it was. The best magic is done that way. It enters you somehow, and you become the medium through which the message descends.