babies were born
red poppies peeped out
from fields of corn.
Springs gathered to pools
rivers surged onwards, refreshing, free
their journey inexorable
through town and country on into the sea.
The lonely were visited
broken hearts consoled,
nations, oppressed, their liberty gained
we watched the events unfold.
There is bread in my basket
milk in my cooler
I can't remember a time
when my larder was fuller.
I got a spring in my step
and in my mouth, laughter
gunna swagger through town
and count the cost after.
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While drunken men slept
deserts were turned
to delightful gardens, people will dwell
where they had merely sojourned.
Listen! an old woman singing!
her song about a jar
cracked and broken, ugly
the delicate beauty marred,
Look! a tear in her eye!
a Potter, with heart filled with compassion
has gathered up the pieces
and made it over again.
For she had been that vessel
tossed out to the wind and rain
but in that gentle Artist's hand
has been made more lovely again.
Trees sigh with singing
on the side of the hills,
thankful for the streams that water
bringing life alive, as God wills.