Gather and Know

Gather and Know

We must gather

The green of the grass

The song of the birds

The softeness of a summer breeze

The salty air splashed 

From the crashed waves of the sea

What is not gathered 

Scatters 

Its beauty not seen
Or felt

The motion and color of life
Offers help

On strings played on blades of grass

Or the shout of ocean waves crashed

This is the poetry of He

Who writes washed words in the sand

Like summer fragrance  

Pushing the ticks of the clock's hand

So gather thine and mine

Not for collecting 

As selfish souls

But so others may also

Gather and know