Why Wouldn't We?
With forever placed within our hearts
and earth the place where our Creator did start
the process of our living
where do we begin?
True, our life spans approximately are 70 or 80 years
filled with anxiety and daily fears of what to eat and what to where;
also stress becomes mankind's daily share
with baby boomers wondering
who will care for us when social security runs out?
Well,
our Maker tells us look around:
the stars, the trees and flowers, the oceans and rivers... their sounds.
Do not all of these ease our spirits; our eyes and other senses
do please?
Let's just take a dip into a cool and gentle stream
when the pavement in the city exhibits steam.
Does not that simple little thing make life worth living?
How about ice cream on a cone?
With flavors varied or a cherry topping it alone.
Does not your heart sing a song, as if you are again a little one
hurrying home with stickiness dripping down your chin and arm.
Those memories are recycled time and again through generations of children within many races and cultures; teaches us we're kindred beneath our skins.
Our hearts ache and search for happiness. And our earth provides the therapy dispelling apathy by calming us with its breezes; stirring our emotions with immense galaxies that squeeze our hearts through pupils
risen, though sometimes blurred by allergy season.
Yes,
upon us imperfection temporarily sits. Yet, the future promises more creation
to set our thoughts to heights beyond belief. Until that time,
let's search the fallen October leaves for glorious hues that crack under our boots or gym shoes trekking a trail seeking spotted deer, or elk, or just a peek through a sparse canopy to a twinkling sky.
Not to wonder why
we wouldn't want to live for an eternity.
and earth the place where our Creator did start
the process of our living
where do we begin?
True, our life spans approximately are 70 or 80 years
filled with anxiety and daily fears of what to eat and what to where;
also stress becomes mankind's daily share
with baby boomers wondering
who will care for us when social security runs out?
Well,
our Maker tells us look around:
the stars, the trees and flowers, the oceans and rivers... their sounds.
Do not all of these ease our spirits; our eyes and other senses
do please?
Let's just take a dip into a cool and gentle stream
when the pavement in the city exhibits steam.
Does not that simple little thing make life worth living?
How about ice cream on a cone?
With flavors varied or a cherry topping it alone.
Does not your heart sing a song, as if you are again a little one
hurrying home with stickiness dripping down your chin and arm.
Those memories are recycled time and again through generations of children within many races and cultures; teaches us we're kindred beneath our skins.
Our hearts ache and search for happiness. And our earth provides the therapy dispelling apathy by calming us with its breezes; stirring our emotions with immense galaxies that squeeze our hearts through pupils
risen, though sometimes blurred by allergy season.
Yes,
upon us imperfection temporarily sits. Yet, the future promises more creation
to set our thoughts to heights beyond belief. Until that time,
let's search the fallen October leaves for glorious hues that crack under our boots or gym shoes trekking a trail seeking spotted deer, or elk, or just a peek through a sparse canopy to a twinkling sky.
Not to wonder why
we wouldn't want to live for an eternity.
Earthly poems # 14
Anything of the earth, hopefully nature oriented. Free verse preferred, but not required
Will the Earth Survive? ... http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2008571#h=4:223-4:346
Anything of the earth, hopefully nature oriented. Free verse preferred, but not required
Will the Earth Survive? ... http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2008571#h=4:223-4:346
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