Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Miracles

In the course of a day,
it's the wee things that make us smile.
The antics of a pet and the squeals of a child.
To breathe cool crisp airs
as chimney smokes billow high
above rooftops and skyward...
it's a wonderful life.
To live in a country where freedoms abound,
if only in the heart this freedom is found.
Greed and corruption will always exist,
but we can dream if we want to,
of Utopias where black skin and white skin
love each all the same.
Long hair or short hair,
make mine pink for the day,
what does it matter, it's my hair
and conforming is by no means the way.
Free will, not aggression
to be able to smile at the day,
as each new beginning heralds miracles in play.
My wish is for all in this wonderful world,
to look at the small things
and know that they're good.
Spirit chooses not who is best suited here,
we are all perfect creatures in my eye
and should all be held dear.
To be forced to a religion you might not accept
or to live with your own faith, it's promise you've kept.
To be judged by mere mortals, was not what t'was meant,
tis free will the miracle and it was Heaven sent...


Merry Christmas to all of my new found friends, here's wishing you prosperity and love in the new year to come. Free will and all of the happiness it brings you deserve, for we all serve one purpose in this life we were given, to spread the love and good will to all that exists.

PEACE

Sharon and Scratchy