Whether poor or rich, tall or short
very young or oh so old
you child are part
of the greater whole
in this spinning world
rushing out of control
man would extinguish
the birds that sing
destruction is such a waste
still we await
the coming spring
we are connected
on each other lean
remember that this God above
the designer of hope
something great called Love
I am reminded of some sweet moments as a nurse and teacher with the friends I had made. An outsider could have considered us different: Our language and skin color was not the same but the radiance in our smiles was like an echo and our voices had a beautiful blend as we sang. Culture may mold us and hand us mores. But as my dear friend Hil would say, we are sisters all the same. As the watercolors of life streak and create a new color, “man” gets angry at the thought that a “oneness” could be the start of a new day.
As a chain gathers strength by being linked together, we as people gain support as we clasp hands and work together.
“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”
Ezekiel 36:26
“Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come.”
2 Corinthians 5:7
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
penned in moon dust 