G-od's graces never run dry,
A-s the rivers overflow;
R-ising sun has taken
Y-our life away from sorrow.
G-od's graces never run dry,
U-nderneath the wide sky;
T-roubles twelfth of March
A-im to pass you by.
N-o reason to doubt the Lord's love up high;
G-ift of the Father is endless, God's graces never run dry.
J-anuary twenty-ninth day
E-rases the cold night;
A-fter the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn leaves the twilight.
E-vening chill disappears,
T-roubles begin to vanish;
T-rials, pain, and heartaches
E-ventually diminish.
E-arly Sunday morning,
B-irds say they're not a toy;
A-s you hold the chirping gliders,
L-et your eyes and ears enjoy.
M-orn early Saturday
A-ims to make a lovely scene;
R-ise of the sun begins,
I-n the dawn of February
E-ighteen.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful skyway;
L-et the clouds become white;
L-et the dark fade away.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
C-old chill is left behind;
O-ne shadow turns bright,
R-ays lights up your mind.
T-roubles you lay on God's hand, praying to end your cares;
A-llow the Lord to reach you, as you climb up the stairs.
T-roubles melt away in this
R-emote place.
A-vidly my eyes take in the beauty,
N-othing but the waves can be heard
Q-uietly rippling to the shore.
U-ndisturbed I sit and
I-ndulge my senses,
L-ong slow breaths,
I-n and out.
T-ogether mind and soul
Y-ielding into peace.
ON THE TOUR BUS IN SAN MAR-ANDORRA-STEIN
“We are older than your George Washington;
We have the tallest fields of cotton
West of the Volga; and our castles are small
But all guaranteed to enthrall.......”
It appears this swing-a-cat country
With its pipsqueak army
Of skirt-swinging, fur-slippered,
Medieval-style soldiers carrying a halbard
Has a National Income less, if you please,
Than most big western companies.
Oil comes not in a pipelines, but a tube’ll do
(Costing many hundreds of roubles too.)
“McDonalds came here five years ago -
Their first restaurant east of the Po.
KFC will be coming next year -
It will be a national holiday here......”
I climb wearily back aboard
Our tour bus here abroad.
I don’t wish to seem quirky
But I’d rather be home in Albuquerque.
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Note
Verses in quotes are the tour guide voice. Other verses are the tourist’s
thoughts.
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