Drop a stone into the wave
And you will have a sea
Drop a seed into its grave
And you will have a tree
Speak a word; how brief its stage
A breath and it is gone
Write a word upon a page
And it lives on and on
Shout your anger to the air
And beat the silent sod
Or fold your sorrow in a prayer
And give it up to God
Janet Martin
Excellent thoughts! (And great cartoon too!)
ReplyDeleteThank-you Tracey, yes, I like the cartoon and could not resist:)
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