A Marble in a Starry Galaxy

The earth is our home. We take it for granted. It’s the place we roam. Each day, all day, we live the lives we planted.

Our earth is slowly dying. Most don’t know it. Some of us are trying. Bit by bit, soon they’ll quit.

God made this earth expecting us to respect her. There is no “rebirth.” This is our only chance to prove we are worthy of this home.

We can no longer say, “We have time,” or “Save this for another day.” Because there is no better time Than the present. The way we treat the earth is a crime.

The earth is beautiful. She speaks to us In gusts Of wind.

She cries in rain drops. And smiles in sun pops.

The earth is like a marble In a starry galaxy, But if you look closely, She is more conflicted than the eye can see.

Glow on, little light

Though the sea is so strong. Push on, past this plight. Be bold, golden sphere

You have labored this long. Journey’s End is now near.

Tell the tale, you who glow, Of your travel on the tide.

Tell me all that you know.

So far from your hometown With just a wave to ride, Share each up and each down.

Did you ever grow tired

Of the gray sea, the gray sky?

(A shade so uninspired.)

Did gray water, gray air

Cause you to wonder why Color is found nowhere?

How does this storm you face Compare to those before?

Is the thunder in this place No match for what you’ve seen?

Or is this violent like war

And prior weather, serene?

Have the paths you did follow On this odyssey taught

You not to feel hollow

Deep down in your soul?

Or have you found what you sought

And filled your innermost hole?

Storm of Light

Glow on, little ray. For soon you shall reach A bright new day. Glow on, safely ashore On a small peaceful beach. Glow on, forevermore.