Gentle Poem
They lent their lives at gentleness
that it may come to pass.
They spent their light on’a simple wish
that light itself might last.
Come you children of the forest
you who prance upon the sea
You creatures who ignore us
Descend!, but peacefully.
Oh to spend ourselves on living
not bitter incomplete –
for the God to guide our giving –
sun sprinkles dancing feet.
BW/AW