40
If reason formulates,
It is experience that
Informs
If nature exhibits
cunning,
Is it not man who
preaches rather than
practices?
41
If even the chick
Has its gatherer,
The sheaves of wheat,
The ears of corn,
Would not the children
of tomorrow, too
Fulfill the needs of the Harvest?
There is a tenderness in tears
that chides even time,
And the best of remedies.
Did wise counsel
ever prevail,
Against fate?
42
Watch dog why bark?
The thing is done.
The night is gone,
And all is lost.
There is only memory.
What have you given
me for this journey?
The gift to teach painting
to the blind?
And music to the deaf?
YOU ARE READING
Meditations
PoetryOriginally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
