If you see a great balloon hanging in the sky
And on it pictured a huge wide-open eye
Some of the people passing by
May say, “That’s not you, it must be ‘I’ -
No-one else could reach so high,
No matter how much they may try!”
The fantasy of the mighty ‘I’
Is the haughty heart’s eternal lie.
“No-one better than ‘I’,” it will always cry,
But when the balloon pops, it wonders why.
It is inevitable that every ‘I’
Comes down to earth with a heavy sigh.
It doesn’t belong to you or me –
Once it has gone, there’s nought of it to see….
©Chava bat Miriam
