I love life most
In all Earthís places;
Where mountains drop
Into blue/green seas.
And air is not too warm,
Not too cool, a little dry,
But choked off from the sky.
And where the sun is so hot
Water molecules wish they could
Find a refuge from fried eggs and ham
Sizzling on Dr. Seussí blacktop.
And where Masonís granite monolithís
Rise up into stratospheric anomalies -
Of people, cars, smells and sounds;
Blending into a melting pot
Of civilized humanity. Or,
Where forests breed, green mossy
Trees, rising like sentinels to the Gods.
I am even impressed, or less,
With heart-broken tears for THEY!
More than anything, make me feel
A mixed blessing of joy to be alive,
And sorrow of the shame that I still am.
Because poverty bleeds Godís selfishness,
Into a devoid of opportunity.
There could have been an alternative
To hardship and death.
If only you, could have been a GOD!
I SUPPOSE...ONE MIGHT DESIRE TO BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY ARE...NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THAT EACH ONE OF US IS ALREADY A PERFECT REPLICA OF THE ONE AND ONLY TRUE GOD WHO MADE US AS HE WANTED US TO BE...BUT...TO BE WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE ONE BE...ONE MUST LEAVE THE REALM OF REALITY AND DWELL IN THE LAND OF MYTHS AND FABLES...YOU THINK? GOOD WRITE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS