Musings: Belonging to Development
It is a progressive path It is a steady walk It is that rough road That leads you there It is a hungry belly It is a thirsty throat It is that longing heart That leads you there It is a narrow lane It is a lonely street It is that moving wind That leads you there It is a boisterous boat It is a stormy wind It is that wavy stream That leads you there It is a clear nose It is a sharp sight It is that open ear That leads you there It is a humble mind It is a focused gaze It is that fruitful hand That leads you there It is a bed of thorns It is a swampy grass It is that teary gland That leads you there It is a silent whisper It is a patient shepherd It is that speaking book That leads you there It is a daily clock It is a hourly step It is that second chance That leads you there It is a necessary turn It is a true way It is that uncommon route That leads you there It is a dose of faith It is a capsule of hope It is that surgery of love That leads you there It is a long walk It is a deep