Poem: Time is a River

mb34-Time1 And Sister, our lives our made of water entwined like root coil and ground swell of the stuff that trees drink, wine of the world swirled upward branched and twigged in gladness of rising, ground to leaf and cloud.

The drop of rain that falls from leaf to grass does not pass in secret, belongs to me: is one of my shed tears for your pain. And each leaf of each tree’s a prayer that tells you every day I care, I care.


Judith Toy, Chan An Mon, True Door of Peace:I was asked to write this poem for a Sangha member whose sister has been diagnosed with MS.

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