I was not meant for this,
this ranting, raging violence,
this holy, haughty silence,
this hoarding of benevolence.
I send the rain for all,
the air, the warming sun,
the earth, the river’s run,
the ocean’s deep ablution.
I am the one within,
above, below, beyond,
before, and now, and on,
among the hidden ones,
among the little ones,
among the lost and weeping ones.
– MWP 2014
Michael William Pahl 