Personal Value
I wanted to give to all I met,
How to pay for presents, drove me to fret.
I felt so poor; needy myself,
What could I give from an empty shelf?
Hearing a principal of uniqueness,
A changing glow began to surface.
Now I know I have presents by the miles,
Healing hugs and loving smiles,
To give to those I greet,
Now the shelf is always stocked with something sweet!
Written for GROW Bulletin as response from learning - Personal Value
A first principle. 8th August 1993
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