Life-2. What Makes Me Be Poem by Mary Mc Creath

My being then,
I've come to see,
is given me.

You give me life,
you make me be,
when you love me.

From deep inside of me
you call it forth
and make me free to be.

You make me be when
you hear me.
You call forth hopes and dreams
from deep inside of me
and make me free to hope
and dream
and be.

You make me be when
you cry to me
of all the joys and pain,
that make you be.

My being stretches out
and tries to touch,
the joy, the pain
and be with you,
One being from the two.

Oh blade of grass, oh bird, oh tree,
can I my being share with
you as with a friend?
Can I my joys and sorrows pour to
you and you them mend?
It seems not.

But I can be one with others.
I am for them,
and they for me, but not
the blade of grass, for blade of grass
the bird for bird
the tree for tree.

Written in 1977