response to the gifts of the sun, and the shade, and the breeze and the trees, then the land &, … even bodies…
This is a good time now to look and see
what things are good in this old world ‘round me
and somehow then respond, acknowledge we
walk in a country unbelievably
well, beautiful, abounding in all things.
Each human who's a steward gladly sings
the praises of its bounty and its lore,
and new songs with the ones that came before.
In languages diverse we lift our voice
and then we make a song that is our choice
to be the country’s gods, who for it speak
of goodness that is seen, though sometimes weak..
But saddest thing of all is what’s in us,
and sometimes what is not, with not much fuss
we have these gaping holes where loyal love
has shrunk away, with no source from above
to keep in-filling, so like Cheese of Swiss
we are quite holey, but in ways amiss
for humans made to take good care, & tend
the land, and living things, and help to mend
from damage that is taken, & distress
that comes it's way, & leaves it in a mess.
We were to be the helping guiding ones,
to manifest Biame. Daughters, sons.
So to creative love whose influence
I’ve seen around about, at times intense,
I now lift up this self, and where it spends
it's time and focus. Now I'm who it sends….
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