Our brimming blue/green ball.

 

The round earth

holds a picnic

of every kind and breed

the oak trees

drop their acorns

the dandelions, seed.

the lions roar at sunset

the whales sing odd

in brine.

and I am thrilled

to play in

this brimming world of mine.

from yasmeen hussain FB, pakistan

Holy Son to Father:

Look at our sweet little

Blue/Green.

Only the sapiens need

Our chastening

Correction.

Is it time for me?

To drop down with

Awesome retribution

Culling?

Cleansing and renewal?

Joy unspeakable?

You just say the Word, Dad.

And I am Away.