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| My husband took a picture of me when we visited the Grand Central Park in New York City in 1997 |
New Song
By Farsijana Risakotta*)
Welcome life!
A song, just beyond yearning, floats on the breeze,
Whispering a lost melody, in flowing notes of a harp.
Like a far-away voice I know,
Comes a sound like crashing waves, shushing wind,
Or the yawning call in the mouth of a seashell.
Yes, I was close to the voice, far away long ago,
A song of childhood, of dancing with waves, playing
With rivers, forests and wind, in the island of my grandma.
For a long time, the singing has been lost.
To many questions, too little play,
Silenced the still, small voice.
Again I long for that song as a friend on the journey,
Sing for me, far from home, that I may know you again.
O, welcome life!
No longer alone, he is enchanted too,
As we follow the haunting notes of your song.
A new song, a sound of peace, peals out between us,
As we enter the melody
And sing together with the earth
*I wrote this poem for our thanking gift at our wedding
party in Berkeley, December 31st 1997. Now I retyped it to thank God for our
15th anniversary this year.
