Saturday remembers
There is a boy I know
A mere babe is he
Whose world is situated
In a most ideal way
When he hurts, he cries
When hungry, is fed
Anytime he is weary
He sleeps in the safest repose
No one has taught him
He knows the rhythm
The lyric of living
A mere babe is he
Whose world is situated
In a most ideal way
When he hurts, he cries
When hungry, is fed
Anytime he is weary
He sleeps in the safest repose
No one has taught him
He knows the rhythm
The lyric of living
There is a man I know
Whose years have shown
Pain is normal
Some hungers go unmet
Weary
Is the way of the world
Everyone teaches this
Lately, this man has seen
A once loved song, almost forgotten
Better
Wiser
A melody more lovely
Than many others sing
He now knows
The song inside
Alone satisfies
The yearning long-held
To sing
Unashamed
dg
2/5/11
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