Has the moon been up there
All these nights
And I never noticed?
All these nights
And I never noticed?
A whole week with my nose
To the ground, to the grind.
To the ground, to the grind.
And the beloved faithfully
Returning each evening
As the moon.
Returning each evening
As the moon.
Where have I been?
Who has abandoned whom?
Who has abandoned whom?
~ Gregory Orr ~
(How Beautiful the Beloved)
A good friend sent me this poem.