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July 2009 
We are Gods words
Posted on Jul 12th, 2009
by 
R George Merrill
R George Merrill
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for July 12, 2009:
Loving raindrop quenches earth
Graceful tree dances with wind
Bright eyed flower sings to sky
Angelic mother breaths in babe
Prophetic farmer looks to ground
Swirling ocean makes love to cloud
Silent rock speaks of time
Lonely wolf cries to moon
Seekers are many
Hearers are few
Frantically listening for words from above
Every Thing a word....A testament of Gods Love
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What light is it within each of us that hints
that there is more? This hidden in plain site
answer to a riddle that is woven into our souls.
A journey we all must take one by one.
No map or answer book to guide the way.
The reason for this is.... For as many things
there are here on the earth, are also unique
paths that must be taken to fulfill this journey.
For myself I truley wonder if enlightenment
will forever be just beyond my grasp. I hope
so...
For me the joy is in the journey not the arrival.
Graceful tree dances with wind
Bright eyed flower sings to sky
Angelic mother breaths in babe
Prophetic farmer looks to ground
Swirling ocean makes love to cloud
Silent rock speaks of time
Lonely wolf cries to moon
Seekers are many
Hearers are few
Frantically listening for words from above
Every Thing a word....A testament of Gods Love
..................................................................................
What light is it within each of us that hints
that there is more? This hidden in plain site
answer to a riddle that is woven into our souls.
A journey we all must take one by one.
No map or answer book to guide the way.
The reason for this is.... For as many things
there are here on the earth, are also unique
paths that must be taken to fulfill this journey.
For myself I truley wonder if enlightenment
will forever be just beyond my grasp. I hope
so...
For me the joy is in the journey not the arrival.
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'The joy in the journey'. Including the cracks in the sidewalk?
Gabby,
Cracks and all. Of course those cracks are not appreciated when tripped on…But looking back….I wouldn't change a thing.
George, some days you just knock me out. You've just blown me away with that poem, thank you.
Can you put this to music? Without the waka waka, I mean.