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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (36698)	5/9/1999 11:49:00 AM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

This is one of my favorite Mothers'Day poems. Not for the poetry, really, but for the universality of the sentiment, and all it implies about random chance. Even though I've put it here before, I thought some of the newer people at Feelings might enjoy it, as well. A Mother Casts Her Dreams into the Sea A mother casts her dreams into the sea; We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy. Because she must conclude her melody And fall back to the sweet dark hush of One, A mother casts her dreams into the sea, Hoping to cross that wild infinity And on some infant shore again to run, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy Outside the fiery circle of memory, The howling surf, the incessant years undone … A mother casts her dreams into the sea And then dissolves into a tapestry, Her rolling, helpless drift again begun, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy Afloat once more upon eternity, Once more the alien fury, never done … Again, again, her dreams into the sea, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy! Nicholas Gordon