With this spirit

As on this foreign shore I stand and stare

Across the green and foaming tidal sea.

I do not wonder whether life is fair

Nor whether what’s to come is what should be.

The hinterland is not a wishful dream

Whatever I meet there is all itself.

So useless are past thoughts and present schemes

My courage,heart and spirit are my wealth.

Although alone,I sense some being close

Whom I accept as guide and friend to me.

To walk with otherness is not my boast.

It’s he who guides and shows me  how to see.

Thus with this spirit,I my spirit wed

As close to me  as in a marriage bed.


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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