The Stranger’s Hand (poem)
Look deep into his eyes
And you’ll never see what floats through your heart
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Here is no rich man
No politician
No leader in industry
Just an average man
If even that
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Yet why does this thing move our heart
This thing of some yesterday
Not a person at all
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Dream dream dream
Look deep in its eyes
Why does it bother you
Why does it call to you
Why does he move you so
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Dream dream dream
Dream of a starving man alone in the street
Dream of a stranger’s hand with something to eat
Dream of a man whose wife bore a son
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Look deep into his eyes
This hand of destiny upon our heart
This piece of an important puzzle
This part of all else
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Sleep now dear one
And thank you for this