wandering: a poem

ah, to be lost and forgotten,
yet still know approval,
still hear the applause,
still feel his comfort.

ah, to be stranded, 
yet still feel useful;
a heart that waits,
a smile that hopes,
a hand that hurts,
yet does not grasp,
does not push.

ah, to be found complete,
to know pain as a helper, a friend,
to be at peace when threatened,
to, at every sacred moment, unearth
the joy of living,
of existing for his good pleasure.

No comments: