and i am present

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.