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The Plaintive Song of a Stone
Nolo Segundo
If I could but feel,
I would feel the warmth of the sun
upon my cold, featureless face....
If I could but touch,
I‘d touch the grass I lay on
and revel in its texture like
a little happy king....
If I could but smell,
all the flowers of the world
would be mine—roses and
daisies and even orchids
would be an endless delight.
If I could but hear,
then all nature would be
my own symphony, the birds
rejoicing, the bees buzzing,
dogs barking, rolling thunder,
a continuous music to my soul....
If I could but see--ah, what would
a stone see? The deep and ever
breathing beauty of the world? Or
would I see the unraveling of it by
that other sentient being who burns
its forests and dumps what cannot
dissolve in a thousand years into
earth’s proud, awesome oceans...?
But I would treasure my newfound
mind, and seek to thank the Being
that could make even a stone see
and feel and hear and think and
even, in time, perhaps love....
Oh how then I would pity those
born with eyes and ears yet
unable or perhaps unwilling to SEE,
living their lives scurrying about
like blind, deaf and dumb rats
while the Eternal Light bathes all.
Nelson | stock.adobe.com
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