From a fallen log a wonder to make
From a withered leaf a lesson to take
On a moonless night the stars to count
To draw faith from the rocks of doubt
To show the lost their way back home
And lead the footsteps that aimless roam
To the poor, the forgotten, our love to share
To let the unwanted know we care
A little happiness to the sad to create
What creativity could be better, what more great!
My Perspective
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Your compassion becomes you. This poem has worth. My applause., Regards, Sandra Fowler