Here I am digging for grit and gravel
When there's fresh, soft grass waving And a cool stream to drop my feet in And I am asked only to stay, To dwell here in this peace and carry Peace with me - just asked to remain, To remain in this joy and love that is steady, But I get petty and proud and all too self- Involved and distracted and it's silly, really, To act this way - like the dwarfs in the stable Thinking their fine meal was hay while the truth Is standing there before them inviting Them to come further up and further in, Run free and forever into this astounding light! Comments are closed.
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