Sacred and Precious and Others
A thought
Have you ever stopped to listen In the silence of your thought To the quiet voice of gentleness That is too rarely caught? I have stood at my window in the morn And heard the prayer Of all the little birds who fly Above me in the air. I have stopped in a city street When crowds are surging past To feel the wind upon my cheek Because I know it will not last. Then in the silence of a summer’s night A bright moon up above I am glad that I have eyes to see And a heart that will always love. June Harris
Sacred and precious, is this Earth on which we live. We take from it so much, and very little give. We are all part of the Earth, and it is part of us, But more we devour the land and reduce it to dust,
Linda Goulding
Have you ever stopped to listen In the silence of your thought To the quiet voice of gentleness That is too rarely caught? I have stood at my window in the morn And heard the prayer Of all the little birds who fly Above me in the air. I have stopped in a city street When crowds are surging past To feel the wind upon my cheek Because I know it will not last. Then in the silence of a summer’s night A bright moon up above I am glad that I have eyes to see And a heart that will always love. June Harris
Sacred and Precious
Sacred and precious, is this Earth on which we live. We take from it so much, and very little give. We are all part of the Earth, and it is part of us, But more we devour the land and reduce it to dust,
In the web of life, we are all but a strand. What each of us weaves, affects all our lands. Life as we know it pollutes everywhere, So much destruction, because nobody cares.
Every part of the Earth feed us with life so sacred, Yet we choose to strip her of everything, leaving her naked, Every living thing is precious, not matter how small, From a tiny insect to trees so tall.
Even every leaf that falls from the trees, Every gust of wind, and gentle breeze, Every sparkling bit of water, from ocean to stream, Every cloud of mist in the valleys, that are luscious and green.
The Earth belongs to us all, no matter what race, But with little respect for her, a grim future we face, We’ll become the executioners of our own being, What we’re doing to our Earth, no one is seeing.
Linda Goulding