It's ma wee bruvver's birthday today. A gorgeous poem from a gorgeous man sent to me from Scotland a few days ago.
Effortlessly
Love flows from God into man,
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings
Thus we move in his world
One in body and soul
Though outwardly separate in form
As the source strikes the note
Humanity sings.
The Holy Spirit is our harpist
And all strings
Which are touched in love must sound.
And the real voyage of discovery
Consists not in seeking
New landscapes
But in having new eyes.
