The Earth, The Moon, The Sun,
The Sea, The River, or The Cloud,
The forest, the Mountain, or the Grazing land,
Everything is your gift.
This smile, this cry, this feeling of separation,
This happiness, this peace, or the burning day and night,
This pain, this agony, or the relief from sadness,
Everything is your gift.
This love, this affection, this eagerness ,
This pray, this obtains, or this satisfaction,
This heart, this mind, or this loneliness,
Everything is your gift.
This winter, this summer, or the change of seasons,
This cloud, this sun rays , or this storms
This drought, this flood, or this snowfall,
Everything is your gift.
This war, this peace, or this violence,
This oppression, this injustice, or the word of peace,
All of these are your gift.
O God, you present in every corner, in every soul, into the heart of all,
You present, in every atom, in every nucleus , omnipresent ,
You present, in every hour, in every minute, in every second.
Hey father, shower your word of nectar, to enlightenment us
From the darkness to the light,
From the ignorance to the knowledge
From the death to immortality.
The End
~ with the glasses of love - always on the hunt - my first kiss ~
03/09/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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My Most Unforgettable Moment in HighSchool
Sponsored by: JCB Burl
14 syllables
1st place in the contest
Less Grazing land
The mere on the knoll looked down at the grassland
a prairie of succulence where she and her ancestors
had lived and died for since the time long forgotten.
Behind her, her foal only a few months old, larking
about as foals do. At the distance she saw human
Habitat growing closer, the land was perfect for building
creating suburbia, road and gardens where no horse
was allowed to graze and be free to gallop without
hindrance of fences and cars.
She could smell the city, it was foul in her nose, she nudged
her foal to go uphill to the hinterland that had less
grass but for now was free of humanity.
She would do whatever she could to stop her foal
becoming a tame horse, ridden by would be cowboys
and groomed by girls of unsure sexuality
the beauty of changing seasons
uniquely lit cornfields and grazing land allover
it is inspiring delightful
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