Because we don't stay the course, Drifting in and out of our minds Forgetting what essential is In the chiaroscuro of ignorance. Looking back at my failures At their immensity I balk Astounded that I have lost so much And all these years so little gained. But I have known the solitude Of woodland stillness and the friendship Of birds and joy among the flowers, No visionary, I have seen A wealth of extraordinary things, The frigid Ganges flowing green, Pebbles like gems in the Colorado, A hundred hummingbirds at once At the edge of a sussurant stream And though few visions were granted me These have altered how I see. This world is magic built on prayer And wisdom deeper than earth's core.
Poems Undated (1727)
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