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!
Thank you, this is wonderful. You’ve made me cry. Glad it meant something to you.