FROM DISCIPLE TO MASTER
MY life is like a dream,
I do not know How it began,
nor yet How it will go.
Out of the night a bird
Has quickly flown
Across the lighted room.
And now is gone Into the dark again
From whence it came
So the old druids said,
And I the same.
But we are not content,
I, like them too,
Questioning all I meet
Seek something new.
Saying to each who comes,
“So much is clear,
But, if you know of more
I wait to hear. “
The dark, the lighted room,
The bird which flies
Are not enough for man
Who one day dies.
“Are not enough for man,
That bird which came
Out of the dark and must
Return again.
“If you know more besides,
Tell what you know,
O wise and travelled souls,
Before I go.”
MONK GIBBON.
William Monk Gibbon (1896 – 29 November 1987) was an Irish poet and prolific author, known as “The Grand Old Man of Irish Letters”.
Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.
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