Have I no more to give?
I reach in to my reservoir.
I ask for the beauty to engulf me.
These are the desperate cries....
...to be loved and to prosper.
I can not do it alone.
It is never me... and never enough.
By myself I am just a shell.
I need a light to work through me.
Let me live with the wisdom of ages.
Copyright ©® 12-19-2008 Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really good one, Sarah. Ron