An Open Psalm
Lota Erinne
I remind myself of my mother in that
I cannot feel joy without spreading it.
If I am delighted by the breeze through the trees and
the playful kisses given by the sunlight to the river’s edge,
who am I to keep quiet?
An Open Psalm
Lota Erinne
I remind myself of my mother in that
I cannot feel joy without spreading it.
If I am delighted by the breeze through the trees and
the playful kisses given by the sunlight to the river’s edge,
who am I to keep quiet?