Each soul is like a river bearing love
Across a desert thirsty for its treasure,
Sliding towards the sea, where it will lose
The self, which would its burden weigh and measure,
Even as it irrigates green fields,
Rewarded by the grace its gift reveals.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Please. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.
