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Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me
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Saturday, November 30, 2002
For flowers that bloom about our feet,
Father, we thank Thee.
For tender grass so fresh, so sweet,
Father, we thank Thee.
For the song of bird and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.
For blue of stream and blue of sky,
Father, we thank Thee.
For pleasant shade of branches high,
Father, we thank Thee.
For fragrant air and cooling breeze,
For beauty of the blooming trees,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.
For this new morning with its light,
Father, we thank Thee.
For rest and shelter of the night,
Father, we thank Thee
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
posted by mel at 2:06 AM
Journey
Rain. Thousands upon thousands of teardrops descend from the heavens
Giving relief, life, hope
To all beneath, living and growing on the earth below.
The ground. Rich, fertile, and full of life. Earth.
From whence sprouted a little seed
Looking, feeling, growing, towards the light of life.
The sky, so beautiful - too beautiful. An ocean of light.
The little seed grows, it’s arms reaching for this blue heaven.
So far to go, but he is not alone.
Light, life-giving energy. Hope
Guiding the little seed, feeding him, teaching him, helping him.
The little seed is not alone, he is with friends.
Rain, earth, sky and light.
The little seed is not alone. He is learning, growing, loving.
Reaching towards the heavens, he is blooming…
He has bloomed…
You have made it my friend.
Written in the loving memory of Jay Soh.SL
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