Friday, January 17, 2020
Community and ourselves
By Toni Truesdale
A little joy, reflection and perhaps sorrow;
Each day is measured in the seeds of tomorrow.
Light is lived within the hum of others,
Darkness, we return to the home of our mothers.
The canto of the village begins again each dawn;
Encompassing each individual all day long,
All activity embracing the song
Of everyday life…
Copyright T.Truesdale 2013