November 19, 2015
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about how a calamity can be a gift.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
I lost my sight and found my son.
I needed you; you came to me.
I thought my joy in life was done.
You showed me what I could not see.
I needed you; you came to me.
How beautiful to have made you!
You showed me what I could not see:
That life and love are ever new.
How beautiful to have made you!
I thought my joy in life was done.
But life and love are ever new.
I lost my sight and found my son.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite the poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html . For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about how a calamity can be a gift.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
I lost my sight and found my son.
I needed you; you came to me.
I thought my joy in life was done.
You showed me what I could not see.
I needed you; you came to me.
How beautiful to have made you!
You showed me what I could not see:
That life and love are ever new.
How beautiful to have made you!
I thought my joy in life was done.
But life and love are ever new.
I lost my sight and found my son.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite the poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html . For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .
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