The Old Wisdom — by Jane Goodall

[Welles]

THE OLD WISDOM

When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out my child, go out and seek
Your soul: The Eternal I.

For all the grasses rustling at your feet
And every flaming star that glitters high
Above you, close up and meet
In you: The Eternal I.

Yes, my child, go out into the world; walk slow
And silent, comprehending all, and by and by
Your soul, the Universe, will know
Itself: the Eternal I.

[Sandy]

This is so beautiful and precious that it brought tears to my eyes. It definitely touched my heart strings.
Thank you, Welles! That one is a keeper for sure! God Bless Jane Goodall and the inheritance she gives earth's children.
Love,
Sandy