...of beggars and empty names

i offer you a grain of sand
may you be patient as the land
to fashion your dreams
a grain at a time

i offer you a wildflower
may you always remember
that happiness is not cultivated
but grows amongst weeds

i offer you the palm of my hand
because, at last, i understand
we are all beggars before him
we hold empty names

Inspired by William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence