Thursday, August 20, 2015

Contemplation


              



                             CONTEMPLATION                       


How lucky am I to sit at the beach
 Looking out at the sea, having been able to teach.
I’m now so retired, getting paid for this rest
       God saved for the end,  His very, very, very best.

So much water on the  earth, so blest to contain
       An abundance of miracles on every terrain.
And each of us I’s,  can see out in space
       Billions of light-years, what a miraculous place.

We strive to understand, the mysteries out there,
       And fail to see, the miracle at hand.
When God wanted to speak  , to us poor blind mice
       He said just one Word; “INSIDE would be nice.”