I have been rather quiet here lately – I’ve been in the listening mode rather than the talking mode. Sometimes too much chatter jumbles the mind, so I’ve been sitting back taking in, absorbing for the moment. However, know that my thoughts remain with each of you loyal readers and those who happen to pass by this space every now and then.
Below is a repost of a riddle I wrote some time ago… perhaps you can solve it before you get to the end. And always remember, the stars look up tos you babe!
I Provide the Land, the Water the Air;
Yet my survival might be hanging on the wings of a hope and a prayer;
I do hope you humans will become aware
of my vital importance and begin to care.
I do pray that my inhabitants will learn to share,
My limited resources before I’m left bare.
My purpose is to provide a habitat– a home for life;
Like the husband feels a need to provide for the wife,
I too feel so purposeless when I can no longer provide,
The trees, the fields, the air, the rain, the incoming tide.
The flowers, the soil, the coal, the oil, the oceans so wide.
My gifts that were once so rich and abundant
Are dwindling down due to greed, sloth and redundance.
The atmosphere that once kept me at balance for you,
Is diminishing so quickly–no chance to renew.
I’m saddened my inhabitants may no longer see blue,
When they look to the skies . . .
for the answer that lies. . .
Beyond the horizon, yet right in their eyes.
So share with your brethren whenever you can;
Have love for your neighbors, the animals, the land.
Those God given gifts are all yours to use,
For whatever you want and whatever you choose.
But if you desire for your children’s children to feel the warmth of the sun,
Roll in the green grass . . . Laugh, skip and run;
Hear the woodpecker peck. . .Feel the first morning dew;
The choice is all yours, it’s all up to you.
If you want the next generation to swim with the fish . . .
See the beauty of nature.
On a star make a wish . . .
See the birds, and the bumblebees, and the butterflies fly . . .
Touch the cold winter snow; Feel the heat of July
Take care of my bounty, or else I might die.
The sweetest honey to the brightest flower
The largest planet to the smallest atom
Snowflakes and the bird kingdom
Smaller thatn the eye can see bigger then the mind can conceive
Heard a man on the radio today
(spoken)i mean I’m not going to believe in anything that I can’t see and i’ve
Been through a lot of hardships in my life ya know ya know in my life
Must confess I disagreed with what he had to say
How he could he not believe that God is real
I don’t understand how
He could feel that way
When there’s earth, air, water, and fire
So many different flowers
Sunshine and rain showers
So many different crystals
And hills and volcanoes
That’s how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
I know this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
That’s how I know that God is real
In st. lucia I jumped in the water
(spoken)it was like I was seeing it for the first time. it literally changed
My life.
For the first time I understood it’s power
As I swam I was cleansed
If I had any doubts
This experience cleared them
Now I know for sure that God is real
I know that it’s the truth
By the way it feels
Cause I saw starfish and sponges
Fish shaped like trumpets
So many different colors
I stayed out there for hours and I only saw a fraction of a fraction of the
Deepest of the deep of the great blue wide
It brought a tear to my eye
That’s how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
I know this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
We’re made of the same stuff
As the moon and the stars
The oceans saltwater just like my tears are
You feel me
The sunrises and sets everyday without fail
That’s how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
I know this is not by chance
That’s how I know that God is real
I Provide the Land, the Water the Air;
Yet my survival might be hanging on the wings of a hope and a prayer;
I do hope you humans will become aware
of my vital importance and begin to care.
I do pray that my inhabitants will learn to share,
My limited resources before I’m left bare.
My purpose is to provide a habitat– a home for life;
Like the husband feels a need to provide for the wife,
I too feel so purposeless when I can no longer provide,
The trees, the fields, the air, the rain, the incoming tide.
The flowers, the soil, the coal, the oil, the oceans so wide.
My gifts that were once so rich and abundant
Are dwindling down due to greed, sloth and redundance.
The atmosphere that once kept me at balance for you,
Is diminishing so quickly–no chance to renew.
I’m saddened my inhabitants may no longer see blue,
When they look to the skies . . .
for the answer that lies. . .
Beyond the horizon, yet right in their eyes.
So share with your brethren whenever you can;
Have love for your neighbors, the animals, the land.
Those God given gifts are all yours to use,
For whatever you want and whatever you choose.
But if you desire for your children’s children to feel the warmth of the sun,
Roll in the green grass . . . Laugh, skip and run;
Hear the woodpecker peck. . .Feel the first morning dew;
The choice is all yours, it’s all up to you.
If you want the next generation to swim with the fish . . .
See the beauty of nature.
On a star make a wish . . .
See the birds, and the bumblebees, and the butterflies fly . . .
Touch the cold winter snow; Feel the heat of July
Take care of my bounty, or else I might die.
Cool
And always remember, the stars look up tos you babe!
Happy
