The Great Soul gazed upon his family.
He smiled because he loved them, one and all;
He even loved the ones he'd never see,
Though they would come beyond his Clarion call.
He swift encircled all within his arm;
He touched each spark of life with simple grace.
His gesture made them feel so safe and warm,
They turned and he beheld each shining face.
The light of all this love melted his heart,
And roused him from his happy reverie.
Yet knowing, as his daydream fell apart,
He would return to watch humanity,
And love them from the peanut gallery—
The circle of his daydream family.
Mick McKellar
January 2016
To dream of touching all of humankind, is that what makes a soul great?
Mick
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