Wednesday, March 12, 2008

How gentle the man who would walk with grace
To touch of the all even hardened of face
Whose light can only mix with thy own
To become a beacon for night
That it might to not be alone

To guide by light those unaware
Their own beauty of thoughts with care
To spread the love he's now made known
No reason to wait till the calling of home
Just follow his path for the message was shown