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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Praise Him

The seabirds sing
their praise to Him
as joyfully
they dart and skim.
They trust
He always will provide
spring, summer, fall
or stormy tide.
Persistently they live
each day
as patiently they seek
their way,
their fill alone,
no more, no less,
just what they need
to be at rest.
They live to be
and not to kill
to seek, to find
and to be still.
Meanwhile in places
far and near
our murderous greed
kills someone dear
as men determine
to control
without considering
the whole -
but only what
they choose to own,
forget this world
is not their own.

Dear Lord, please heal
our broken hearts.
Remind us whose
we truly are.