Angel Of The Whoosh
Art by Norman E. Masters
Goodness and giving Tempered by gentle astuteness, Gentility, it is true; Amazed by joy, Our hidden happiness exposed to Your wild wisdom seeking; What you have not found is here, Is there. Blessings abound for those who care; The art of caring is not lost in you, In us. Our lives are yours, Newly discovered as you have seen Our private pain, our secret needs And loving, laughed. O holy merriment! I have no scrip with which to settle Such debt; the doubts are settled. I laugh With you, and if you weep, I weep. In afternoon's clear light Honey and ivory this gift: You are the gift! and I am humbled. Utah 1983 |