God bless the desperate modest ones,
Who take so little and
Feel so much…
Whose hearts are wider than
The sky, a sweet song
On their lips to sing,
Yet, perhaps an octave too high,
For others to join in?
Alone, for now…
But still connected,
To the universal heartbeat,
Of oneness, love and light.
One day the whole world will
Know their song, when the sun
Peeks out from behind dark clouds,
They will sing their final sad verse.
…Until then, silent daisies in the field,
Perk up and slightly bend,
Toward the modest ones.
(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)
-Gilda Patricia
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