Oh that I was a bird, to fly above the rain
far above the storm or in the eye of a hurricane
or that I were a tree, deeply rooted in the ground
drawing strength from the earth, where endless nutrients abound
Lo, but I am a man, set in between
I change what I can, asking God to intervene
I hunt the bird for nourishment and cut wood to warm me
Is not God nothing more, than the bird and the tree?
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Did the spellchecker come up with 'Decide'?! heehee.
There's somewhat cryptic, yet true, phrases, about God - All-Knowing, All-Encompassing, etc.
Thanks Orchi I appreciate the read. Yes cryptic indeed Orchi.
Great Meaning, Thanks For Sharing.
Thank you so much for the read and comment
Spinoza would so agree, my wise friend!
if you're going to afford your chosen deity
all the praise and blame, then surely
it behoves you to witness, that deity's
presence, in all that you see and feel...
(when the sky is choking
from all the fumes we send up
it rains it back down on us
but those humble trees, getting
chopped every second
and forced to inhale humanity's
toxic legacy, merely - steadfastly
afford us a constant supply
of the oxygen, we need to exist..)
such a great write! thank you
Thanks so L.B. your comments mean a great deal and serve as inspiration. Thank you so much my friend.
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