and i am present
i painted my soul with the colors of anguish
that of my fellow man.
i drank of the cup of the pains
of children who knew not joy.
i danced with fervor
upon the loneliness of the elderly
that they would feel me
as i did feel them.
i embraced the fractured hearts of lovers
protecting them from the ill winds
that sought to scatter
the shattered pieces
in the gardens of their memories.
i pay homage to Mother Gaia
and bow in Reverence to Life
and i thank Source for this Blessed Gift
i did this in a knowing,
that time heals all wounds
when love is present
. . . and i am present !
(c) 4 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.