For years I have had recurring dreams about going to the shore and looking longingly at the water...and waiting...then, a whale would rise to the surface and leap into the air...and I would be filled with euphoria. I recently found a book about whales at a thrift store that I picked up for my kids. Here is my favorite page. I wish I had written it.
...whales do not know
as they rise up for a breath of air,
that someone is standing on the shore
and his (her) heart is filling up.
Filling up and ready to burst.
Whales do not know how they change people,
how they make them better,
how they make them kind.
Like angels appearing in the sky,
whales are proof of God.
...whales do not know
as they rise up for a breath of air,
that someone is standing on the shore
and his (her) heart is filling up.
Filling up and ready to burst.
Whales do not know how they change people,
how they make them better,
how they make them kind.
Like angels appearing in the sky,
whales are proof of God.
1 comment:
wow!!!!
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