Since the earth turned Blue, and quickly Green, In one forest, full of Life, by a cool stream, I was born. Held above the harm. A long staff cleared the under brush away. Long arms reached through thorns to feed me berries. Long legs stumbled over steep, rocky slopes, Long days of carrying me. Long nights of sheltering. Through driving rains, dusty droughts, Summers of heat, and Winters of cold wind, I was Carried. I was Loved. Those tired arms warmed my nights, Their eyes and ears forever alert, Watching over me. These tired traveling gatherers, Stood tall for me, when I was short. Were strong in ways, that I was weak, and were so for many years. Til I could stand here, now, all by myself. The Trees remember, Truthfully, why I am here today. How Life is. Why it remains. Feeding, and being fed, Enduring the elements, together, or not at all. Now, as I traverse the Joys and Hazards of Creation ... ... can I forget what Humanity has been through? Can You? It is now our turn to Protect Creation. To endure these elements, and raise each other. Here, in the Real World, Where Creation struggles to fill the emptyness with Life, with a billion years of it's Caring and Careful Nurturing of the Weak, here now, recently invented religions curse each other to hell. Recently invented nations bleed the life from Children for their Military Economy's Munitions Factories, dump the elderly to wilt and die alone and abandoned, and command the youth to self destruct for their fabricated Crusades. The Freedoms and Loves that made Life on Earth possible, are now crushed beneath the heals of the greedy dictators, of the recent defensive borders, of these recent barbaric beliefs. These Attackers created our need for the many borders, that now divide nations, religions, political camps, and all of God's Children, from each other, and from their Life in God's Reality. Life's Cooperation has been replaced by the competition between inventions. And Creation replaced by the Wars between the defenders of yesterday's lies and defenders of tomorrow's Lives. In the history of Creation, though there have been countless beliefs, and countless borders built to defend us all from thoughtless attackers, here, where we stand in the Real World, there has never been a reason for Living Things to make war. Not ever.
Held above the harm. A long staff cleared the under brush away. Long arms reached through thorns to feed me berries. Long legs stumbled over steep, rocky slopes, Long days of carrying me. Long nights of sheltering.
Through driving rains, dusty droughts, Summers of heat, and Winters of cold wind, I was Carried. I was Loved.
Those tired arms warmed my nights, Their eyes and ears forever alert, Watching over me.
These tired traveling gatherers, Stood tall for me, when I was short. Were strong in ways, that I was weak, and were so for many years. Til I could stand here, now, all by myself.
The Trees remember, Truthfully, why I am here today. How Life is. Why it remains. Feeding, and being fed, Enduring the elements, together, or not at all.
Now, as I traverse the Joys
and Hazards of Creation ...
... can I forget what Humanity has been through? Can You?
It is now our turn to Protect Creation. To endure these elements, and raise each other.
Here, in the Real World, Where Creation struggles to fill the emptyness with Life, with a billion years of it's Caring and Careful Nurturing of the Weak, here now, recently invented religions curse each other to hell. Recently invented nations bleed the life from Children for their Military Economy's Munitions Factories, dump the elderly to wilt and die alone and abandoned, and command the youth to self destruct for their fabricated Crusades.
The Freedoms and Loves that made Life on Earth possible, are now crushed beneath the heals of the greedy dictators, of the recent defensive borders, of these recent barbaric beliefs.
These Attackers created our need for the many borders, that now divide nations, religions, political camps, and all of God's Children, from each other, and from their Life in God's Reality.
Life's Cooperation has been replaced by the competition between inventions. And Creation replaced by the Wars between the defenders of yesterday's lies and defenders of tomorrow's Lives.
In the history of Creation, though there have been countless beliefs, and countless borders built to defend us all from thoughtless attackers, here, where we stand in the Real World, there has never been a reason for Living Things to make war.
Not ever.
