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How it Should Be

How the sunlight glitters
On the rainbow wings of the darning needle
Darting hither and thither through the garden greens
How the early summer wells up from the earth’s verdant soil
Rich, loamy and teeming with life
How, left alone, nature sings a beautiful song
A dance of balance and beauty
Each note a symphony of curves and breezes
How sweet to be alive
Amongst the woods, the gardens green
Nestled in the bosoms of the world
Called How It Should Be
Humming a tune called life.

God

Are there traces of God
In the clock work turnings of the Sun?
The formation of clouds?
The tumult of the rains?

Does He work within the rooted plants?
Hide behind thickets of thorns?
Is He like a windblown scent
That sends the dogs a baying?

Is He etched in the faces of passersby?
The grating sounds of city noise?

Or is He in the quiet times?
Meshed in solitude only broken by the rustling wrens?

Is He in the crooked path?
The hateful smile?
The nasty grin?

Has He authored the sins of man?
The endless pain and suffering?

When I Am Gone

When I am gone
Orchids will still bloom
The moon bright will still rise in clear dark skies
Foxes will still glide smiling through the woods
Winds will still blow amongst the trees and grasses
Thunder will still roll
Rain will still fall
Waves will still dance with the tides.
Nature’s keen dance will continue
There is some solace in knowing
That I played a small part
For a short time.