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Glory
by Gail Bellenger
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Not rated by the Author.
Life is sacred |
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Glory
From the bank of the creek, the flowers push up,
Reaching heavenward toward the life-giving sun,
Life is here.
In the meadow, among the swaying grass, buzz the bees,
Tirelessly gathering sweet nectar for the hive,
Life goes on.
Cowering beneath a tall pine canopy, a fawn peers into the forest,
He is safe within sight of his mother,
Life is renewed.
Alas, the beauty of life is all around, in every manner and every breath,
We see the wonder with open eyes, yet never truly behold,
Life is ignored.
Destruction of all that should be held sacred is commonplace now,
We take, we pillage, we rampage against Nature and ourselves,
Life becomes death.
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
11/19/2004 |
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| it is very disturbing what mankind is doing to nature ... eloquent disputation ... |
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| Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader) |
11/16/2004 |
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| hard hitting Gail, beautifl pictorially, al |
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