Words do carry grace. Like the words of this poem I was given as a gift today.
In the stormy moondrifts,
of the world’s highest plateau –
there are children’s faces
as delicate as snowflakes.
This might be a frozen landscape,
and paralyzed by cold.
yet someone is lighting a fire
on Himalayan slopes,
someone is guiding the way
like a Kathmandu star.
The kids are on top of the world.
By my friend Selina Whiteley. Thank you so much, Sel!