Beacon Bright Poem by Bill Galvin

Sorting through words and pages
From chapters of former lives;
Recalling plays from many stages;
Seeing what, if any, survives.

These words lift off a paper note,
Tattered and browned by time;
These words from a past doth float,
And with Zen-like bells doth chime.

These words describe one's vision…
A quest, with poetic insight;
Writ with simple precision,
To illustrate one's beacon bright.


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Nothing whatever is hidden…
From of old, all is clear as daylight.

Scoop up the water…
And the moon is in your hands.

Hold the flowers…
And your hands are scented with them.