O, God, thank You for this wonderful place With enough rock and shade to enjoy Your face! The previous one was dense and crowded And opportunities were few and doubtful. Shortage and fight to possess the best ruined my rest; Noise and shouts and people’s jest kept me stressed. But here I have lots of space and glee And the whole bay is just for me. I can think without being disturbed by phones And I can lie on the sand without being hit by bones. It’s a rocky place full of power and safety And the sea to it makes it grand and stately. I wonder why I stayed there so long: I just had to take the other road and sing a new song! Let me learn my lesson well: Follow the right road and you’ll find a bay.
Life is so beautiful: see the sea and sky!
We are born to live; no one is born to die.
There can be storms at times, gales and hail and ice,
But they all disappear when sun and winds arise.
Where is the end of space? What stops the growth of time?
Why is the day divided in two contrasting halves?
Why does the Earth look flat while up is a vertical line?
Why do some creatures crawl while others fly and shine?
Why is “born” and “die” a must and not a choice,
But in between we are free to use our own voice?
If we were born to die, why is there up and down?
Wouldn’t it be righter to live like worms in ground?
Yes, part of us will die and form an earthly crust
But will the other part be always rust and dust?
The body turns to dust, the undertaker knows,
But does the soul inside conclude its talent shows?
It’s never been a crust; a crust can have no feelings;
And it cannot conceive existing things or beings.
Nor can it choose to be as night or bright daylight
And blind a person’s sight or help him walk aright.
If we can freely choose to go up or down,
This maybe shows us the options for the soul?
Down means dig the earth and reach a fiery core
While up is fly the sky and never hit a shore.
Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed is the day when God conceived the world and us to be and stay!
He made us all unique with hearts resembling His and faces sweet and beautiful reflecting heaven’s bliss.
He wanted to express His image at its best unlimited and endless as North and South, East and West.
His plan was exceptional and bound to succeed despite His enemy’s trial to direct us what to eat.
He knew that some would like it and fill with its delights but others would be hungry and crave His pure sight.
And both will be given to eat what they have loved, so let us all be thankful for God’s creative staff.