On top of the dune sits a wise man
watching the clouds drift on
contemplating the matters of this world
as if of another one.
He’s not detached, exactly…he’s
part of the human throng,
but he finds his meaning in heavenly realms
and not in the “sturm und drang.”
Life is full of twists and turns
and seems to have gone so wrong,
but the wise man sits on top of the hill
and sings a hopeful song.
Liz McFadzean
“He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:3