Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A part of me!

In the mid 1970's I purchased a blank book and I began to use it to write some things down which I had read at one place or another that I wanted to save.  As with many things I stopped writing in the book but I did find it the other day and so I have decided to share some of the things I had written in it over the next few weeks or so.  Here is the first - A poem by John D. Engle, Jr.


Sometimes I am overwhelmed
by the unutterable magic of things

the music water makes
as it flows

the way fire sings
as it eats away the wood,

the way a leaf clings
to its winter twig
and won't let go,

the way the night
draws rings
around the moon

and the way God brings
His blessings of beauty to the mind of man.

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