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January 26, 2006
a poem from Daniel
we have only just begun
run across the desert sands, holding a walking stick to guide you pointed north.
if we take these steps, we take them for good;
there is no turning back.
so please, sun, lighten my hand,
moon, show my feet,
here is the offering:
Muse, guide my hand
reveal worlds inside.
dear God, find my soul to save:
father-god, find the child you built and teach him,
give him wisdom to follow the Word.
mother-god, love your son and give him fertile soil of chaos,
root his mind in windy Peace;
spirit, haunt me,
strings, touch me;
knowledge, caress me,
prayer, carry me
writing, free me
painting, show me
void, swallow me
heaven, comfort me
sound, awaken me
sun, shine on me
moon, still me
tribe, discipline me
nation, root me
peace, find me
contemplation, reveal in me
destiny, become me
while i walk desert sands.
—Daniel Anderson
Posted by blairanderson at January 26, 2006 05:44 PM
Comments
Wow! Blair - this is am amazing poem. Amazing!
Posted by: anj at January 31, 2006 09:51 PM
...ditto our dear friend, Anj!
...may I have permission to reproduce this from your son?
...how do you want me to give the proper credit?
...blessings
...Wes
Posted by: Wes Roberts at March 3, 2006 09:25 AM