Tuesday, January 30, 2007

A Higher Joy

by Ben Bokser
I need not receive
In return for giving.
I caressed an injured bird
Because it was in pain.
I embraced my child
Because I love him.
I guided a blind man
Across the street
Because he needed help.
I looked in awe at a sunset
Because it was beautiful.
I know a higher joy,
I live in order to spend myself,
And the fountain is enriched
The more I draw on it.

1 comment:

  1. Linda:

    Fabulous picture and a great poem.




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