Where do you go when the desert
has been a liitle too dry
and the sands of life
have been like grit
in the teeth?
Where do you go
when the road has been
a liitle too long and winding for you,
when the day seems like
it's been made just a liitle extra longer
and painful
just for you?
Where do you go
when the rain
doesn't even seem wet
anymore?
You go to a safe place.
Where do the birds go
when the worms don't show
their faces,
and there is nothing to chirp for,
and they can't bring home
even a tidbit for the young they have borne?
Where do the eagles go
when they are tired from the flight?
They go to the nest,
the nest of God,
under His wings
seeking the solace
which they have found
by Her.
They hear the words of God,
after a season,
"Go on,
you rested one,
now you can fly
as you were meant
to fly."
They hear the words of God,
letters from God,
letters from heaven,
Heaven's Letters
Who will praise
the volunteers of this world
laboring in causes
near and dear,
bringing food to one,
water to another,
or words from heaven
to all who stop by,
whom we might call
a team sent from heaven
laboring behind scenes
to the applause of perhaps
only a few?
Who will praise one
who gathers each letter
every day?
What does she do
when she draws a blank,
if she does?
She waits for another letter,
bides her time
knowing it will come
as it has always come before.
And the readers in unison,
say all together
as in chorus,
"We will praise the ones
who give of their time
who give of their love.
We will adore what is adorable.
We will honor what is honorable."
Who gives a place of refuge
to those of every religion
every persuasion,
every color
every nation and tribe
male and female
and up or down in life
Especially those
who seem down
but for the moment?
It is those whom we praise
who give dew from heaven
when we seem to have come
to a dry and thirsty land.
Because they make
the rain to come
the sun to shine
the birds to chirp
the eagles to fly.
Because they make
the world go around
with help from all good hearted souls
with all good hearted souls...
Who sing in unison
of praise to heaven,
and heaven sings
in praise to them.
And heaven sings
in praise to them
and heaven sings
in praise to you.
love, markw