Is there more Love and Light to Give?
When beauty fades with its last chagrin?
When power plays have come and gone?
Natural resources have all been spent?
When friends and calls are far between?
And contributions go unseen?
When all that’s left is that one last hope,
That there’s more beyond the human scope?
The human canvas is camouflage
Not a storage tank for ensilage
Providence happens in a higher place
As Love smooths the brow of a weary face.
Jen Ward 4/20/14