Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the great island of Nantucket! So good to be with you and yours on this beautifully, seasonably cool afternoon on Cape Cod and the the little, tiny, tiny town of Osterville, Massachusetts. On this Sunday I thought I might offer a poem, written by some liberal tree huggin’ guy from Cape Cod, his adopted HOME, in a world that might need a little LOVE, for in the end, is that not what we ALL want, cherish, and hold as dear to our heart–the only thing we take with us, really take with us into the next journey, wherever that journey may be leading…my guess to a place where all is forgiven and all is bright and beautiful, for that is what GOD intended–to begin with… May peace and blessings be upon you all, the world, the animals that share this world with us, and all of the trees, that are, after all, only reflections of the stars above…
A seagull’s wish
And so it goes, this thing, this illusion we are on this little blue rock I call earth.
something called LIFE.
What is this thing we call LIFE anyway?
Is it meant to be striving for material gain and prominence?
Or, is it to be spent in the pursuit of LOVE?
For is not Love that satisfies?
Is it not that element that GIVES?
Is it not LOVE that caresses?
Is it not LOVE that conquers ALL of your darkest fears, as it bears upon it’s mighty wings a fierce LIGHT,
dispelling the darkness forever?
Dispelling those fears that were not real to begin with?
as they are labled, one by one, as the frauds they always were and always will be?
The forgeries, the fiends that are only designed to harm and destroy?
Why would you embrace hate, when it brings nothing but the bitter herbs?
Rendering the minds, created by GOD, blinded, unable to SEE the beauty all around you?
Blind to the beauty of a single flower in the spring, or in a summer wind/
Or a lovely woman bathing in the golden LIGHT of a perfect sound…
With it’s shimmering heavenly LIGHT reflected by the deep blue, blue sea below…
Or the innocent smile of a child he offers you a glance, a twinkling in his eye,
of an ancient KNOWLEDGE mirrored in his eyes, the same eyes that reflect the green and blue,
of an ocean that is as new to him as it is to the Whale, the Dolphin or the Polar Bear?
No, in the end, LOVE wins the day, “time” after time, as it comes
into the Spring, is warmed in the summer, colorized in the fall, and then blanketed
in the whiteness of a warm winter blanket of snow
in the winter
only to return again, reborn and renewed…
in a NEW spring–thus, completing the circle of LIFE
that reflects what it’s definition demands…
that all comes from LOVE,
from which we were ALL born from
yes, that all comes from that LOVE and that eternal bond
comprised of a perfect circle
that will never, ever be broken–
the TRUE gift and covenant of GOD himself, or herself, really one in the same.
PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M