As I Sat Beneath the Palm
by Joan Wood
I wondered...
Has all been said that can be said
by those long buried with the dead
whose voices live in dusty tomes
unopened in the posher homes?
Has all been done that can be done
by those whose honor has been won
through deed of sword or helping hand
who risked the world to take a stand?
What can I offer that is new and bright
to set the jaded world alight
and rise above its roar of sound
to pave the way to Holy Ground?
I extend my heart and pray
that it will be enough today.
by Joan Wood
I wondered...
Has all been said that can be said
by those long buried with the dead
whose voices live in dusty tomes
unopened in the posher homes?
Has all been done that can be done
by those whose honor has been won
through deed of sword or helping hand
who risked the world to take a stand?
What can I offer that is new and bright
to set the jaded world alight
and rise above its roar of sound
to pave the way to Holy Ground?
I extend my heart and pray
that it will be enough today.