A special gift for every time and place
awaits the one who would another help
to see each hindrance to unending race
to shepherd wise from helter-skelter whelp.

All words of wisdom, words of knowledge fail
intention when without persistent hope
the cluttering distractions daily stale
uneaten bread that gives life greater scope.

Ourselves we think our friends should also hear
aright and speaking in no unknown tongue
but all misundertandings disappear
within the weaving of a song well sung.

Caught up in arrogant formality,
pretenders give no hospitality.

- Robert Stone, 12 August 2012

The next previous Robert Stone poem - Poetry by Robert Stone: Falseness Disavow, a sonnet



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