| The Actor Wherever there’s a story to be told, he may appear Touched in mine and spirit by the play So absorbed while captivating all who see and hear The actor has a lot of things to say He speaks to all the children and to those who have grown old To carefree hearts and those who know life’s pain With music made of voice and body language, meek or bold And his words are human feelings in refrain He’s a puppeteer pulling strings, a magician casting spells He’s a weaver spinning dreams that never die He can mirror all the torment and the folly nature tells For all will share his magic by and by As he fills your cup with sorrow or with zesty, sparkling wine He will make his dreams your dreams while wide awake He will spread his special gifts to the depths of heart and mind And give much more than he will ever take! |
| Wholeness Teach me how to be alone with my thoughts and poetry Teach me, most of all, how I may be content with me To be a person quite fulfilled all by myself, and then If you should wish to share my world, I’ll gladly let you in But no-one can, or ever will subtract what I can be And I must not need others to complete the whole of me For even though the love you give and the audience of man Could boost my spirits, I must first be all of who I am. |