Gratitude to Goddess of Lake and Others

A fleet of ducks, a line of geese,
A sense of calm, a feel of peace,
A hint of wind, a touch of breeze,
A scent of pine, a sight of trees.

A lake that waves to me its "Hi!"
It seems serene. I stand and sigh.
Azure the sky, a sapphire sight.
Assure will I that thanks I'll write.

I breathe as soft as lapping lake.
I gaze amazed to be awake.
I'm here in tears that I arrive.
I'm grateful you kept me alive.

A vow to write your praise I keep
In awe, in gratitude I weep.
Allow I pray what now I do
To be very worthy of you.

Michael McKenny August 22, 2005

Humanity's Birth

The blasts of bombs, our Mother in travail.
The bullets' din, an infant's primal wail.
The ship of life unfurls its maiden sail.

A wiseman's words abused, a toddler down.
A ranting rage of hate, a baby's frown.
A shriek for gold and oil, a tiny clown.

"It's mine!" a little child hollers aloud,
Demanding, forceful and instantly cowed.
The sun's splendour no baby cries can cloud.

A child is crying in the dark of night,
Afraid of all that lurks away from light.
Dispelled his fears as soon as brightens sight.

Not me, not mine, not them; its us and ours.
In earth's garden we are all her flowers.
She feels us all, gives all vital showers.

A world pregnant, a planet in labour;
A species birthing, Earth Mother's favour.
Let's all understand what's worth living for.

Michael McKenny August 21, 2005

 
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