Saturday 17 December 2011

The Hermit













The Hermit

The Hermit bows his head in thought
In contemplation of all and nought
In appearance seeming aged and infirm
And yet he belies this, standing firm
Upon the mountain peak above
Silence looks down on mortal love
Past the seven ages of mankind
And holds a light to heal the blind
Within the star is shining bright
Over the earth, it casts warm light
Calls to follow in rising from below
Saying where I am, you may be also.

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