What If

What if the light went out of your eyes and you no longer

Could put the grandeur of the world to the canvass?

Then I would become a bard and sing of the beauty of this world.

What if you lost your voice, oh bard?

Then I would become a poet and write of the wonders of this world.

What if you could not write, oh poet?

Then I would be a sculptor, so all could feel the amazement of this world.

What if you could not use your hands, what then?

I would dwell in my inner garden and emanate Love,

To all the bright beings of this world.      

By Tim Mather

(Copyright, 2002)

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