David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Beginnings


A birth
But no room
A singular star
Heavens above
A cross
Of baring
A finer love

4 July 1979

Submitted: Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, July 06, 2011

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  • Meggie Gultiano (7/4/2007 11:55:00 PM)

    A simple and fine piece, said in few words, engulfed in one true meaning, , His simplicity, being humble and His never ending love..My heart is full of joy reading this, His simple ways even if He is a King..His simple love to us that covers all.Thanks again for this David. (Report) Reply

  • JoAnn McGrath (5/19/2007 8:40:00 PM)

    wow you said it with such little words....his whole life wrapped up in six strong lines.....amazing: O) (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (4/13/2007 10:31:00 AM)

    Once again 'Good things come in small packages' as seen here. Very profound David a remarkable poem to say the least. Thankyou David--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (3/24/2007 5:48:00 AM)

    This is, without a doubt, one of your finest pieces to date, there is more in this then just words,
    Profound, deep, and beautiful message of love and truth
    Thankyou David
    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

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