Beginnings and Endings
When I was 9 years old, we moved to the countryside
My playground was the lush green fields covered in buttercups
Where sheep and cow grazed free
And when I climbed the stile and ran down to the river
They would turn their heads at me.
I lay on the banks of the Ribble and watched
As the clouds drifted along the blue painted sky
And wondered how the world was made
Who made it and why.
Suddenly I heard a clear spoken voice
Which startled, the sound was not mine
It said , You are a body in a body
Within these 70 years and more, I recall it for all time.
What was the voice I heard that day
The meaning I did not know I had not heard of soul
And through my search of what it could be
My only answer is that of, a whole.
The sun and Moon the rain the snow
The seasons pass the years they go
Perhaps the child knew from the start
We are the sum of the part.
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