august 1961

each man is his own
yet no man walks alone
for in the silence of a soul
there is a presence
sometimes forgotten and unknown.

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o little white rose
what part in god's plan has thee
silently your petals unfold
each a new mystery.

your place is there amidst the thorns
a light to those that flock to thee.

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time is fleeting
moments to be remembered or lost
as a robin when he sings in flight
soaring, soaring in delight
or a child's reflection in a lake
mirrored there the reflection of one's own thought

yes, you and I, each one of us have a timeless eternity
whereby smiles, laughter, or a tiling of the head
can recall memories that are either a treasure or a loss. 

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What do people's faces tell thee
      O' Little One
What is there - can you see beneath the veil -
or maybe a fleeting glance, a momentary glimmer

Loneliness, suffering, joy all these the face express

how many stop to look

how many are satisfied with the veil -

who do not bother to brush it aside.

just one look, one glance  - can communicate the
heart's desire.

yes, there are many faces
some of which are masked
just waiting, waiting for the lingering look of another.

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THE END.