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 Poem
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star


Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut an eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

   
    by Jane Taylor





  
PEACE


 
 Lord, I pray for nothing else

Just “Peace” Lord!

Peace with a dash of happiness

But, only if you please.

Otherwise, Lord I will satisfy

Myself with just peace.

I have no other wish, Lord

Other than your own abundant, enduring peace,

The peace that passeth all understanding.

Yes Lord! You knew full well

Where there is understanding

There would be peace.

So, I ask just for your peace

For peace brings with its flow

Contentment, forgiveness

Graciousness, love and happiness.

Once you anoint me with your peace

All else will follow – So

I will only pray that your peace will stay

With me today – each day!




The Future
 

 
   What does the future hold for us?
    Smog filled skies and poison cars,
    And broken land with useless dust
    And nature’s beauty behind bars.

    Can I ever show my children,
    (If they ever come my way)
    The beauty of a sunset
    At the ending of the day?

    Can I walk into a forest,
    And surround myself with trees,
    Yet know that it will remain,
    For me to visit as I please.

    I know that I can today
    Do all the things I’ve said,
    But when today is yesterday,
    Will all these things be dead?

    This problem is enormous
    As we gradually take heed,
    So we must fix it quickly,
    Using words and thoughts and deeds."

    From the Pachamama
 


    "There was a time when meadow, grove and stream,
    The earth and every common sight
    To me did seem
    Apparell’d in celestial light,
    The glory and the freshness of a dream.

    It is not now as it had been of yore;
    Turn whereso’er I may,
    By night or day, the things which I have seen I now can see no more."

   William Wordsworth
 







 
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