For Robin's Father
Today I walked among the trees
Lulled by the music of the birds
Caressed by the soft,
Warm summer's breeze
Life and death - both join the moist morning air
I am 'linked' - ever so inter-twined
No life is without purpose
No death without some despair
The warm soft earth beckons my return
it's black; it's soft - comforting is the sod
It holds the roots of the Redwood;
It will hold me safe when I return to God
No one breaks the chain of life
The cycle that ends
With a new beginning
No one decides who loses the battle to breathe
No one declares (but God) who is
Winning
So, I beckon the morning; walk upon this humid sod
I'll pass through that portal - farther from my home-land
But closer to the hand of God.
Yes, this is the God that some define;
Others just accept
...some require no definition
But one thing they all have in common...
.......all of them, have wept.
Love, Diane
Today I walked among the trees
Lulled by the music of the birds
Caressed by the soft,
Warm summer's breeze
Life and death - both join the moist morning air
I am 'linked' - ever so inter-twined
No life is without purpose
No death without some despair
The warm soft earth beckons my return
it's black; it's soft - comforting is the sod
It holds the roots of the Redwood;
It will hold me safe when I return to God
No one breaks the chain of life
The cycle that ends
With a new beginning
No one decides who loses the battle to breathe
No one declares (but God) who is
Winning
So, I beckon the morning; walk upon this humid sod
I'll pass through that portal - farther from my home-land
But closer to the hand of God.
Yes, this is the God that some define;
Others just accept
...some require no definition
But one thing they all have in common...
.......all of them, have wept.
Love, Diane
