To The Greatest Teach

Lift your eyes to Him above,
And learn how to love,
How intense is the downpour
that you cannot count beyond a score,
From raindrops to snow,
The plenteous seeds He sows,
Bountiful flowers, hills and lakes
the many different forms- each take...

Lift your heart to Him...
to learn to be like the soft green trees
that give shade, fruits and gentle breeze,
to be like the little brooks between the rocks
that keep busy watering earth as she talks,
to be like the hundred bees that live together
while even family ties we fail to tether...
He has laid a plan for you and me
But we just won't let things be...

Lift your Being to Him...
so we would stop fighting like mad lings
over so many, silly, awful things,
hurl words that cannot make a retreat,
actions that pierce hearts in spite,
Remember, In all creations God has a hand,
this simple logic why don't we understand?
A hundred lessons the Greatest Teacher imparts to us
Shouldn't we learn them at least now...without a fuss?

Poetry written by Vishaka Sajan, 2009 Page Design: By Bobette Bryan
Music: "Pavana Copyright 1989-2003, www.RomeoMusic.com"