Like loving madly but remaining still unloved
the human looks for what is plain before the eyes
as evidence
of his intimacy with Nature.
To be unwanted a pretender up among the stars,
inept intruder – that is what
appals the reed most truly and so much.
But all of it is so in vain – the spirit is
the justly telling and unfailing sign
of his requited love with Nature.
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.
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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