Photo Copyright Chris Lorenz 2013
Perhaps there are no strangers, only friends
Who have not met each other yet it seems.
Perhaps we are the branches of a mighty tree
That’s hung with all our many colored dreams.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps….
Perhaps each life is but a single note
That altogether makes a symphony
Perhaps we are the sound of one accord
That rings throughout all of eternity.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…..
Perhaps each note is all the notes combined,
For one and one are still one in the end.
Perhaps each stranger is ourselves alone,
In need of someone who could be a friend.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps……
Perhaps we can remember who we are
And know there is no other way to be
Perhaps one day we’ll truly come to know ourselves
As branches of one great, and mighty tree.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…..perhaps.
by Tasha Halpert