I search the eyes of a homeless man and see A reflection deeper than any mirror I understand I am him and he is me His eyes are mine as the truth becomes clearer That something beyond the solidarity Of human beings who meet on the street is Happening and understood implicitly
His present is my future and my past his I see all eyes are searching ultimately And that these eyes of ours have found each other
Why life has brought us here only life can say But I his younger he my older brother Are brothers like tomorrow and yesterday Of which neither day exists so only now We sit together and understand somehow What will be will be but our humanity Is the gift we keep which none can take away
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Is the gift we keep which none can take away"
Indeed Stevie; that is what is most important. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis
Chrissy
Love Tinka