A voice that in the moment cries,
That thinks it knows all truth and lies,
A sight that in the moment sees,
The dark and light, and mighty seas,
That with its ears, hears angels song,
And birds, and bees, and lyres strum,
Fine wine, violet and rose,
Feel pleasures with a sensuous nose,
And with a sense of touch, it feels,
Pain, and pleasure, and love that heals,
And so it thinks, because it’s great,
Gods might, and beauty to, debate,
And as it feels, and hears, and sees,
The senses touch, falls to its knees,
It feels the might, that made it so,
The might of God, that made it grow,
And blossoms in his space divine,
To be so loved, in his design,
The little wolf, it feels it too,
Its howling voice, the moon does woo,
The little marmot in the ground,
Among the roots, its God has found,
The night owls eerie cries,
Sees its truth, with darkened eyes,
And when we see the otter play,
We feel their God, in our own way,
We sense, that water, air, and flesh and blood,
And all there is belongs to God!
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I have enjoyed the poemization and the subject dealt in "All is one!".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Blessings and Love - Micke
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Edwin
And blossoms in his space divine,
To be so loved, in his design,
The little wolf, it feels it too
As I sadly wander this old world of ours today, it seems to me that its many creatures 'feel' Creation far more than many of we humans do today, and what a horrendous shame that is, for us all.