When angry voices clamour round you
Calling first you here then there
When confusion reigns within you
When sheer panic strips you bare
STOP!
And quietly ask yourself this question:
Why is it - that we are - all here?
This makes perfect sense and could have been written for me today! You have such expression - surely is a gift from God.
Because we aren't 'there' Egal, that's the crux of the matter. Great write. Good question, not sure there is an answer actually, but it's worth thinking about. Love an hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right now I am here to be good and happy and read read read...YOU :)