We sit beside an ambling stream
no two thoughts interlinking
The ceiling of the clouds is low
and the air is cool.
I look out over the bay
to the glorious mountains not far away
adorned with sheep too small to see
and garlanded with birds and bees.
There's the quiet calling of the swallows
and the water over rock stirs
and if we wait and listen long
there's the occasional insect song.
The bare rock, caressed by green
and the hillsides embraced by trees
All this reminds me of
how well my life is today.
And even the prospect of heavy rain
won't crease this brow,
because I know that in the tent with me
will be you.
Oh you, whose body I embrace
and whose thoughts warm mine
when they grow cold.
Oh you, helped me close another chapter,
for every sunrise
is twice as bright for sharing.
And as we sit here in this place
I attain a wonderful peace.
For we are nothing unique or special
and that is what makes is so special.
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A recording of this is available
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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