A friend had a dream.
We were building a home
with sturdy shelves
for the things we loved.
She counted the shelves
But could not remember
the numbers in her head.
She went over and counted
the shelves by touching each one.
It is a mystery as she touched
the shelves kept multiplying.
Her touch made more shelves possible.
To count with our hearts
brings us deeper than all counting.
When we touch and feel it inside
the numbers give way to notes
and sums give way to a song in the heart.
Did you ever feel that when you touch
and give the sense and feel and comfort
of touch to others, angels smile in you?
It is a mystery as she touched the shelves kept multiplying, so much so, it brought about angels. well done, Dr. Anthony!
As the poem evolves it becomes more and more miraculous. Wonderful poem, my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Did you ever feel that when you touch and give the sense and feel and comfort of touch to others, angels smile in you? Yessss Dr. Theo I feel the angels all around. Beautiful use of imagery and imagination. Loveeee it Keep up the gr8 work ;) Atasha