Before God we are born – destined to crawl, standing tall with arms out stretched, from walk to run – gently falling back to sacred ground, from where we look up to skies of blue – and stars ignited by settling sun. And in between glances of tall trees, valley’s green and sparkling coastlines where happiness adorns our eyes to a world of never-ending dawns and dusks. From frosty mornings to sun baked shores our winds of time build layers in waves of charged memories. Then when life’s blows arrive we see devastation searing hearts and minds all around. And in our darkest hour when sand gives way to streams of oily decay, the mighty sword swings to move all away – for we are ourselves armed by God’s love whose will never forsake us when testing times betray. Imagine only sweet scents and soft sand under foot, with wind in hair and laughter loud, that one day will once again return to our lives. These times of great grief and somber days will eventually give way to sparkling waters and glistening reefs where all the pain will finally dissolve away. For we are all children of God – young, aged by life, awake or in gentle slumber. In our journey of thoughts we live to know that we are not alone, rising slowly under one shining moon only to leave this blessed earth under the same – and at this world’s end in just one single part of an endless existence, the blows of life’s hammer are what makes us – perfect in the end. Fear and high fences drives us from the children’s nursery towards a world of others through suffering and pain. And then, we eventually lie in sleep once again to know that pain we have endured – leads to the happiness to come. Be bold in this adventure and incredulous forces will fall at your feet – take them with all your might and the inevitable breakdown to eventually – our breakthrough – breakthrough to the acknowledgment of a beautiful planet that exists simply for us – never-ending and quite divine. Be strong for ocean’s life and land’s decay when man’s stricken hand brings oil to bay. One day all will be gone and just a distant memory – all of us children in spirit – joining as one who will again feel the love of home, hand in hand and never alone. dwg. July 2010.
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