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As well as a bed
We need an inner space where stillness lives.
As well as a roof
We need the shelter loving gives.
Beneath my skin
I’m flesh and bone;
There’s more to me than you can see.
Life is for living now;
Not moaning or groaning,
Life is for living now ! (WOW)
I’m glad I’m alive, I’m glad that I see
There’s never been anyone quite like me.
I am a lovable person,
One of the children of God.
I shall enjoy being myself
Even though some think I’m odd.
When I dream I see the grumpy people smile
And the crying people wipe away their tears.
In the beginning, was Logos.
Logos – logic – reason – demonstration – Logos the Word:
But Logos could not be heard.
We know it won’t be easy to turn the world around
We know it will take time to climb to higher ground
Oh, vacant sky! Oh, empty land!
Oh heart of mine, bereft of hope!
Why do I even bother crying? What’s the use
Of even complaining? When there is no one to hear
And no one to see my tears?
World religions foster justice,
Teach of wisdom to pursue;
Why then is there so much malice
In what some believers do?
All God’s creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
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What is my reality?
Let doubts be cleared
Faith seeks insights whose truth bring freedom
When I struggle with preferences
The great way blurs
Hope unwraps positive insights
If I allow their insights to open
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All creation sings a story
Of great splendours to declare;
When we contemplate its beauty
We are called forth into prayer.
We, enchanted, stand in silence;
God discovered everywhere.
Lord Jesus, whom we call Christ, hear our prayer:
We have finished the book. Were you here, reading over our shoulders? Listening to our comments? What do you think?
Everything is changing
Like the butterflies
Grow from eggs so tiny
To their adult size.