401 Message To Myself October 10, 2003 Now genuine is quite a goal. One must begin a search of Soul. You’ll need a tool proven worthwhile, make it your rule to learn to smile. Don’t make things hard, but here’s a clue, first post a guard in all you do. Not paranoid to be prudent (one must avoid a noisy tent). Now your duty: focus on heart, think with beauty, make God your art. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, October 10, 2003; 6:01 A.M.) 402 Don’t Want Them Dead (not any more) When I reflect on God’s great deed, I gain respect for every seed. I find it fun to think of trees aglow with sun (Earth’s green trustees). I make my leap from tree to plant with thoughts so deep I watch an ant. Born to it’s task to work all day. Is that, I ask, their way to pray? The good in heart know how to live. Their thoughts will start with how to give. Not all Mankind has reached this stage and there we find Man’s hate and rage. Their noise makes bold to give alarm with scoff and scold they do much harm. They turn their skill to greed and fame. Reasons that kill distort and maim. These crawling thieves with insect mood will eat the leaves we need for food. When I ask why, the thought I get is, “Butterfly tend to forget”. Maybe the moon’s reflected light in our cocoons gave rise to flight, and with our wings joyful and new, to see all things as “growing-through”. Don’t want them dead (not any more). But what instead? We can’t ignore. Humility is good advice with gratitude and sacrifice. Is it enough for them to heal, to smooth the rough, to make love real? Will they reflect on God’s great deed, and gain respect for every seed? (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, October 12, 2003; 8.00 A.M.) Poems No 401 & 402 from my free poem web site poems-by-papyrous
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