Strength has no measure without a burden to hold,
The will has no object; a sheep lost from its fold.
The mind has no measure without a problem to solve,
The wits wander witless; each puzzle dark, unresolved.
I had no measure 'till heaven gave me to hold,
Children like stars in a black sky to behold.
Now like the winds all my strength, and mind and resolve,
I gather to hold to my purpose as the bright heavens revolve.
6 comments:
David, is this your own work? I love it! Children like stars in a black sky - I love it. On my blog you can only find bad poetry.
Come see our parade pictures, I think you'll be amused.
Thanks Ginger. Hope you are well.
Hey, come on by the ol' blog. I have two posts up about CP, one of which might help you with therapy approaches for your son, depending on where he's at. I am so exciting by Hannah crawling that I am having trouble not shouting it from the rooftops.
Hi Ginger,
I will stop by in a bit. Just got in from work and still have one child to put to sleep - she shows no signs of tiring yet.
This is beautiful, David. I am going to print it out and post it on my computer, for inspiration.
Thanks Ellen. I'm honored ;-)
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