This Much I Sure Can

This much I always try and can: Should someone suffers sun’s sharp edge, Be a small stream cool breeze to fan, Try, ‘pon rocky ledge to calm his rage. This much I think I always can If a bird were to come to my terrace, Let me treat it with human face, That her trust in men does remain. If cuckoo’s calls I can’t copy, Let me store it in memory To marvel at my heart’s fancy, She comes when to dwell in my reverie. If I can let fleeting moments unfold With the same fancy I look at a tender leaf, And stretch them all I can to hold, Life can be lived in eternal belief. If I can live my life, and live it full, And wait not, nor hope my shadows to last, Nor want my seeds to seek the same school, That’s to live moments, past, nor morrow’s vast. So, this much like nourishing sun I can: Even when all a burn be my within, Let me from far, if not spot on the scene, Smile; and smile still forgetting all the pain. _________________________________________________ - Musings | 13.09.12 |