We are all of us part of a wandering band,
Climbing mountains, forging rivers, crawling through sand
Trying to follow everything we’ve planned,
And never enough but tis enough to die holding your hand
We are all of us part of a wandering band,
Climbing mountains, forging rivers, crawling through sand
Trying to follow everything we’ve planned,
And never enough but tis enough to die holding your hand
So beautiful and magnificent poem, Jonathan and never enough of holding His Hand. The picture too is so apt and lovingly profound.
Yes, I love the picture; it melts my heart. Thank you so very much, dear Kamal! And as always, abundant blessings to you. Namaste!
Namaste Jonathan and this picture surely melted my heart too. So tender and loving. Blessings to you too dear. Take care and stay safe.