Hidden Beauty

Old Polish Shepherd’s Song

O Vistula, deep blue river beside forest
beside forest

And I have a bunch of pipes at my belt
At my belt

I will pick a little pipe, we’ll play
We’ll play

My sheep will hear me, it’s time to go
It’s time to go.

At all threshholds of human existence there is a place for ethos and pathos — places of hidden beauty. WM

#136 July-August 2013