God's Message by Ron Carnell
You can hear the message in laughter,
It's there in the ocean's soft beat,
It's part of the rainbow that's after
The rains that fall at our feet.
It's an echo in the mountains above us,
It's a whisper in the desserts below,
It's the touch of the people who love us,
And the smell of fresh fallen snow.
It's a message that's all around us,
A message that God extends:
Peace to all our brothers,
And love to all our friends.
It's there in the ocean's soft beat,
It's part of the rainbow that's after
The rains that fall at our feet.
It's an echo in the mountains above us,
It's a whisper in the desserts below,
It's the touch of the people who love us,
And the smell of fresh fallen snow.
It's a message that's all around us,
A message that God extends:
Peace to all our brothers,
And love to all our friends.
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Beauty, I think, is more readily recognized when you are happy. Why is that, I wonder? Does it perhaps suggest that way we see beauty as a reflection of the way we see ourselves?
I was happy when I wrote this poem. Buoyant, even. My best friend, Angela, and I had spent most of a weekend touring the California coast by car, playing tag with an ocean breeze along Pacific Coast Highway. We stopped frequently, strolling sandy beaches, climbing treacherous rocks, staring from high vistas into an horizon lost in summer's haze. I felt close to my friend, close to Nature as embodied in a near perfect climate, and very close to my God.
I penned these words near the end of our journey, sitting in quiet silence together atop a grassy prominence five hundred feet above the ocean's edge. For a too brief respite, I saw the entire world as beautiful. And every once in a while, I read again the words I wrote and for a heartbeat am able to recapture that glorious weekend of beauty.
I was happy when I wrote this poem. Buoyant, even. My best friend, Angela, and I had spent most of a weekend touring the California coast by car, playing tag with an ocean breeze along Pacific Coast Highway. We stopped frequently, strolling sandy beaches, climbing treacherous rocks, staring from high vistas into an horizon lost in summer's haze. I felt close to my friend, close to Nature as embodied in a near perfect climate, and very close to my God.
I penned these words near the end of our journey, sitting in quiet silence together atop a grassy prominence five hundred feet above the ocean's edge. For a too brief respite, I saw the entire world as beautiful. And every once in a while, I read again the words I wrote and for a heartbeat am able to recapture that glorious weekend of beauty.
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most of people in this earth depend upon love and it is carried by friendship. On my fiew friendship is the love which can bound all of us. - dipak |
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Very Nice Poem - thanks - ralph |
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friendship is power of life. I like friend and like friendship life. yes - jasim |
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Man God does really love everybody! - sweet |
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is graet when people cares about the other. i hope you guys keep doing sending messages about God day by day. read: Romans 1:20 - Vivianne |
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that was a good pice of work i like it a lot - candace |
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GREAT JOB! - Jesus |
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This poem is really sweet and meaningful to someone you love - Brin |
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This is simplest way to say highest truth! - Rajesh |
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it was Truth - Juleta |
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I really enjoyed this poem. I thought it was a beautiful way to describe a friendship that God has with everyone. - Lindsey |
