The Sand Dollar
You who have made me gentle,
have left me longing for the settling
touch of your hand.
I remember the kindness that your heart does testify.
I walk along the road that leads me to my friend,
I hope when I get there you will be at it's end.
In the poorness of my spirit
I am searching for compassion,
in the passing of the sand dollar
you give my hope some satisfaction.
P. J. Campise
