Perfect by Design

Perfection: The Ability to use the best of the past to create a better future.
.... Consider the Butterfly

  She doesn't know how rare it is,
  That she flies through the air,
  Nor knows that she pollinates,
  And gives life to so many.

  Neither she knows what joy she brings,
  To the hearts of those who can see.

  How lovingly the onlookers stare,
  What protection from harm she has earned,
  For her beauty that she can not see,
  For her caring that comes so naturally.

  How those who can see her wish,
  Their lives could be so Happy,
  So loved, so blind,   so truly free.
                Thomas T. Panto (1983)




The Road

- - Your Chance to be a part of Eternity


With Royal Crowns and peasant clothes,
Travelers of Life's eternal roads,
To each the other, Love betroths,
In a Silent forest.

A toast we give, "Love, Life and Hope",
As each the others wine we sip.
Forever shall we pass our cup,
Sharing the Silent's stupor.

Within a chapel, by The Book,
Give each the other what they took,
And senses focused, forward look,
Out from our Silent temple.

We journey out across the land.
How bright the stars, how far earth spans,
When each on the others shoulders stand,
Above the endless Silence.

A million mountains were overcome.
A million dreams drawn into one....
" Please everlast what we've begun ".
(We hear the silent prayers).

Our wishes burst on fertile ground.
From silence roars Hopes shrillest sound,
Spinning each the other round,
To rest again in Silence.

A moments pain, a single gasp,
And tiny outstretched fingers grasp,
To live, to touch, be touched at last,
Another born from Silence.

We gather all, we hope is good,
And feed the child from where we've stood.
Pray grow beyond what we understood,
About this field of Silence.

Our Love springs forth a Noble son,
Who soon hears every other one.
The Symphony continues on,
On the road from Silence.

And on your way please bury me.
I was all I then could be.
My hopes and dreams now go with thee,
Just whispers in the Silence.

With Royal Crowns and peasant clothes,
Travelers of Life's eternal roads,
To each the other, Love betroths,
In a Silent forest.

Thomas T. Panto




The Future of Creation is                      

In Our Hands



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