The Gift
Listen to poem:
Cast onto the wind like seeds
My words echo in a room without sound
Acceptance or wasted breath
Only the listening crowd can say
Whether I have spoke words of wisdom
Or words of folly to be ridiculed
But speak I did and was heard
Plant the idea, the seed in their mind
And see what grows forth
Nurture your idea
Give it time and energy
Watch as it grows
Rejoice in the knowledge
It was your seed
that blossomed that day
that spread from town to town
from heart to heart
touching souls
let’s call it empathy
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2018
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