(Dec 29 / Toronto)

The Hidden Singer

The gods are less for their love of praise.
Above and below them all is a spirit that needs nothing
but its own wholeness, its health and ours.
It has made all things by dividing itself.
It will be whole again.
To its joy we come together --
the seer and the seen, the eater and the eaten,
the lover and the loved.
In our joining it knows itself. It is with us then,
not as the gods whose names crest in unearthly fire,
but as a little bird hidden in the leaves
who sings quietly and waits, and sings.

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The world is changing very fast.No doubt, Google is taking our time. But we enjoy our time.
Our wisdom was passing from generation to generation.From mother to child.Parents were our guide.We were looking to them for advice.Love was the binding force.Now people search net for knowledge.Machine replacing human beings'- - - - Human touch is missing- - - - -Congratulations for being selected Poet of the Day.
This write had me towards the end in fits of laughter! Honestly one can't take anything too seriously otherwise the whole play will drive you barmy! ! ! Well done for gaining recognition for the day.
Thoughtful concept....a well crafted poem
Insightful narrative poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Nassy.
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