Read more from the Being Truly Human January 1991 Newsletter
By Michael Piggott
Four of one kind And one of another And for what is it given But to reach out to a brother
Fashioned through ages A material perfection But lost without guidance Of a spiritual direction
Bringer of food Bringer of shelter Player of music Writer, sculptor, painter
Slowly it trails From the boat in the water Then shades out the sun From the face of the daughter
Softly and tender As they care for the sick Watching out for the feeble Carried on by the quick
Bringers of life Into our world Natures own helpers Of maternity unfurled
Nothing too major Nothing too small For sooner or later They must attend to it all
Some firm and rough others soft and unsure As they point out the way And open the door
Chords of communion These miracles of nature Expressed in their beauty From a loving Creator
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