The Aspiring Bard

Source unknown Oh, God of sparrow, Lily, dust and sky, Illuminate me now, I ask You, come And light the darkness Of a life too full Of noise and glamour And of things unsure. Awake me now To Your simplicity, And let me stand in awe Of little things.

Source Here, beneath the golden after-rain, Wind-fallen from the ancient walnut tree, A dropping sunbeam lies aslant my page; Illuminates a blur of inky thought.