Our World On Loan

How little of this world we own Of rain drops and dew drops and things made of stone Of blue skies and night skies Of seas and rivers and peaks forlorn are God’s gifts to man on loan and how do we treat them? with careless disdain no time to think The wreckage is strewn will a careless tone and so we run not stopping to blink when things are bleak and we moan the earth is heavy and sighs a groan are we ready to change our sight? what we refuse to lose and keep up the fight For love is the only beautiful gift for our world alone. Another musing by Carol Mitra.