Poem by Dan Stone
Don’t be alarmed
There’s plenty more
from whence this came.
It’s no fool’s gold
that spills and falls
This vessel overflows
with blessings
bounty, beauty
that’s been charmed
by faith and will,
and letting go.
Where it lands
is not my call.
Abundance bears
a host of names.
It’s friends not fame.
It’s wins and gain
and feeling free
to dream, create
what’s truly me.
It’s being still
so worlds can move
and lights can shine.
It’s giving back
because I know
what matters most
is answered
when it’s asked,
when I appreciate
that gold’s discovered
when it’s mined.
Don’t be alarmed
There’s plenty more
from whence this came.
It’s no fool’s gold
that spills and falls
This vessel overflows
with blessings
bounty, beauty
that’s been charmed
by faith and will,
and letting go.
Where it lands
is not my call.
Abundance bears
a host of names.
It’s friends not fame.
It’s wins and gain
and feeling free
to dream, create
what’s truly me.
It’s being still
so worlds can move
and lights can shine.
It’s giving back
because I know
what matters most
is answered
when it’s asked,
when I appreciate
that gold’s discovered
when it’s mined.