Polluted Paradise
Posted by David on January 2, 2008
Polluted Paradise
The wind races the sea; waves rush to the shore.
Sparkling surf foams on the beach,
embraces the land with rhythmic roar:
SEEK ME.
The prairie grass grows tall; along with the forest bough.
Gentle rain refreshes the earth,
the dawning day sheds light on its worth:
FIND ME.
A robin sings in a tree, a wary fawn starts to feed.
Butterflies floating sail on the breeze,
fish are found in the clear cool stream:
TRUST ME.
Ships appear on the sea, men rush to the shore;
Paths are trodden in from the beach,
divide up the land make room for more:
HONOR ME.
The tall grass is seared; the forest bough is cleared;
Wood is cut, logs dragged away;
the mid-day sun beats hot on the clay:
KNOW ME.
A young man’s voice shouts with glee, a deer was shot from a tree;
Grey poisoned sky from the city is seen,
fish are dead the waters unclean:
FEAR ME.
Mankind is lost in greed; he can hardly even breathe;
The sun of truth shines bright indeed,
if he’d clear the air he just might see:
SERVE ME.
The Mystic Paradise sings, refreshing breezes to bring;
Cleanse the weary world renew,
a timeless cycle, fresh morning dew:
FOLLOW ME.
Deep within his own heart, mankind can find a new start.
Veiled in the mists of Creative Love,
the inner eye beholds a new heart:
BE TRANSFORMED IN ME!
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