Long Strange Trip
Brushing dust from our hands
Like we’ve been thrown from our steed
We find, though we’ve lost
We still have what we need
It’s been one hellava year
Of that there’s no doubt
But somehow we found strength
To eke it all out
Nature did rage
As she tossed us around
Flattening cities
And destroying our towns
After mighty earthquakes
So many lost lives
Yet from beneath tons of rubble
A baby survives
Fires and floods
Droughts, melting ice
Subways bombed
Seems man’s paying the price
For his greed and destruction
The payment’s come due
Mother Nature’s collecting
And she’s prob’ly not through
It seems it’s by grace
That we’re each still alive
But is it the luck of the draw
Or by choice, we survive
The more that I see
I clearly understand
The fate of this world
Has been placed in man’s hand
There’s a Master Plan
What it is, we don’t know
But it seems what we reap
Equals that which we sow
Sherry Gail Heim
December 31, 2005
Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2006
Thnx for sharing sis.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Best Wishes,
Carolyn
You've penned reality without missing a stroke.
TD
"allow to exist
the ledge, as a place of
flowers...
oh, you better relax,
you're attached to the
univers
by the tenderest of
chances:
make allowances."
Wonderful insight and messages here! TY LOL Kate xx
Sherry
William ....Love & Peace
Happy New Year!
Ron
The payment’s come due
Mother Nature’s collecting
And she’s prob’ly not through"
I have to agree completely with the sentiments expressed in these verses, Sherry. And I believed them long ago. Thank you. Happy New Year to you with love and peace,
Regis
We should be prepared for more upheavals , and wars and rumors of war, before all becomes clear Sherry !
We must remain resolute and strong in the Lord whilst it all unfolds !
Love
Peter
Nice one Sherry. A glass of port or sherry raised to this New Years day read..
Hope Your New Year is a marvelous one, Sherry.
You know, it was really hard as I sat and pondered 2005, trying to reflect on it as a whole, to not fall to it's raging temper. Then after I wrote it, then I struggled with whether or not to post it. But then, it was in all honesty, our year of 2005, even/if it was or was not, the year of Hallmark beauty, we lived it and we now can remember it for what it was to us on a personal level. For me, it was the faces. The ones in every disaster that we met. The faces that cried, and grieved, the sorrowful and frightened and the lost. When I saw them, even if it was through a camera lens either focused or one in the background, their faces told the truth of the severity of pain they were dealing with. And then...then would come the faces of the children. Even if they weren't happy at the moment, you could still see hope in their eyes. They shared a conviction of innocence and light through all the immediate hardships. They were armour tough. They showed and proved to the rest of the world, that one only had to reach for the inner child to make it through. Up until then, I doubted strongly the future of our world being handled by our children, but now...Now I'm completely convinced we will be just fine.
At midnight I embraced 2006, with an open heart and mind, and I said goodbye to the old and weary 2005. It was nothing less than than a very trying year for all, but it sure got and held our attention.
Happy New Year Sherry....I'm looking forward to many more!
Lisa
Happy New Year!!
Love Tinka
In a "Long Strange Trip" the Poet revealed the deeds of the year, painting their pain, and placing the arrows to wisdom's way.
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
very well Sherry...
Have a Great New 2006!
and wisdom message! Like the good book says "The way you measure will be measured back to you" I believ it's true as you said.
Hope we heed the lesson! Superb write Sherry! HNY!;-)
Love
Eileen