Yesterday
I cried out in my anger
'Who are You, Lord? ...'
and the echo came back
like a winter shout against a cliff of stone..
'.....Lord......'
Today
I whispered in my despair
'Lord, who are You? ...'
and the echo came back
like summer water over a pebble...
'......You.....'
The secret finally learned? Stop shouting and start listening...this is perfection, Michael, just perfection of thought. Thank you.
All very well, but they say a duck's quack has no echo. Will Donald and Daffy never learn? Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mmm.... like it! Yes I get this.... and thanks for the explanation on mine! Cheers HG: -) xx