by John Barden

Created on: July 02, 2010

Giving And Receiving...Thanks

She thanked me sweetly for my gift of time,

Said I was kind and thoughtful in her need.

I broke her torment with my sweeping rhyme

So she could follow - wherever I would lead.

Why do I feel receiving has to hurt,

And not be easy or without great cost?

Or think intention must in turn pervert

The heart that fills itself by what it’s lost?

If fearless dreams could make this dark world whole,

I would delight to see her flying free.

I’d sing out coyly to her soaring soul,

Watch her alight, and stay awhile with me.

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