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Moon- not made of cheese

 
 The Moon
(not made of cheese)
 
Space "cadet", 
what a wonderful word 
that means a student of the stars. 
I gaze up into the heavens, 
knowing God is ever close to me, 
here or there, I am still, 
with Him. 
 
I want to learn, everything. 
I want to be the best. 
I want to be chosen to be there, 
when we set foot...
and stay, 
on the bright round eye in the sky. 
I want to tell my children,
that it is only the beginning, 
and we will go further still. 
Our path set, 
has only the promise, 
of hope, 
for all man. 
 
Lord of the Galaxy, 
King of my life, 
One day I long to go to heaven, 
yet...
until I can reach that incredible place, 
I will settle for the stars, 
as they are the closest thing, 
to you in the sky, 
the great...
 
 
 
Peace and love abound
Exorcise all our fears
Learn to live in harmony
Learn to dry our tears
 
Learn to love our fellow man
Whatever colour or creed
To be spiritual rather than religious
May everyone have what they need
 
Wave goodbye to poverty and hunger
To sickness and disease
May the powerful and greedy
Be brought down to their knees
 
May it be for the good of man
When we make a new decision
May Earth become Utopia
That's my hope!
-Ishnoor Kaur

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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