I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.
My story has a moral --
I have a missing friend --
"Pleiad" its name, and Robin,
And guinea in the sand.
As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction,
Yet but a name.
In the name of the Bee --
And of the Butterfly --
And of the Breeze -- Amen!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories