The Power and the Spirit
This is a poem written by a dear friend of my Mom's and mine who has passed on. Norman Michael Chase
"The Faces of Love"
What is it that makes our heads to spin;
that makes another's wants more important than our own?
What makes the heart beat faster and dreams the face of one we love;
that make us remember the sunrise song of a bird
or the laughter of a child?
What makes us wish once more for Father's warm embrace
and Mother's loving touch?
What is it that makes the excitement of baby's first steps
and the SMILE on Grandmother's face;
that makes a tail wag as the master nears
or the playful joy of new-born kittens;
that makes us turn a plant to the light of sun
or quench its thirst when leaves have drooped
or makes us reach out to shoulders that are stooped?
What makes us place a coin in the outstretched hand and look to
eyes that hunger and want
or bring a caress to brows wrinkled with age?
What makes our hearts reach out to those we've never known....
whose grief in Littleton and Atlanta became our own;
that makes us cry when we see a life ended
and makes us beam with joy when we see it begin?
What makes a toccata by Bach and the "Come Fly With Me" by Sinatra
or the "How do I love thee" by Browning and a sonnet by Shakespeare;
that makes us long the scent of night-blooming jasmine
...and makes us SMILE at a rose?
What can it be that comes to warm us and quench the thirst of
our hearts....but the many facets of LOVE.....our gifts from Above.
"The Faces of Love"
What is it that makes our heads to spin;
that makes another's wants more important than our own?
What makes the heart beat faster and dreams the face of one we love;
that make us remember the sunrise song of a bird
or the laughter of a child?
What makes us wish once more for Father's warm embrace
and Mother's loving touch?
What is it that makes the excitement of baby's first steps
and the SMILE on Grandmother's face;
that makes a tail wag as the master nears
or the playful joy of new-born kittens;
that makes us turn a plant to the light of sun
or quench its thirst when leaves have drooped
or makes us reach out to shoulders that are stooped?
What makes us place a coin in the outstretched hand and look to
eyes that hunger and want
or bring a caress to brows wrinkled with age?
What makes our hearts reach out to those we've never known....
whose grief in Littleton and Atlanta became our own;
that makes us cry when we see a life ended
and makes us beam with joy when we see it begin?
What makes a toccata by Bach and the "Come Fly With Me" by Sinatra
or the "How do I love thee" by Browning and a sonnet by Shakespeare;
that makes us long the scent of night-blooming jasmine
...and makes us SMILE at a rose?
What can it be that comes to warm us and quench the thirst of
our hearts....but the many facets of LOVE.....our gifts from Above.
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