Happy, I am set on a road in a wilderness
Walking
through a promise after rain
And,
here, well before the day would draw
Towards
its close – is the light –
Behind
the gentle mist – and its penetrating
Through
– splitting into all its parts
And
in seven colours in an arch:
And
there it is in me – the passion to give!
To
give of all the substance of the joy of love!
Inspiring
towards a greater good – having
As
it were, the wherewithal to give of it
All
its myriad shining drops of dew – and
Airborne,
these – caught aloft in sunlight
To
colour and to water the world’s early
Evening
thirst, and allay its fears.
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