DEEP MATTERS OF THE HEART: Children of the Universe.

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A heritage of vision was given to us all;

To smell the Rose’s fragrance;

To hear the bird’s call;

To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of tides

to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.

 

Some have seen what can be seen

of sailing ship and kings

And some are given feet of clay

And some are given wings.

And some must struggle just to breathe;

Some have a golden spoon;

and some will never leave the nest;

and some walk on the moon.

 

Do not you know the life that lives within the silent hills

is just as rich and beautiful 

and just as unfulfilled

as the man with all his intellect.

His reason and his choice 

Oh, who is to say the nightingale

Has any less a voice.

 

The silver dolphins twist and dancechildren

and sing to one another.

The cosmic waves know no bounds

For all that lives are brothers

The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear

The elephant, the whale

All children of the universe;

All weavers of the tale.

 

So, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.

The hawk flies with the morning dove

The lion with the sheep

And far away as you can go

We’ll never be apart

It is in your dreams that will know

the seasons of the heart.

[Adapted from John Denver-Season of the Heart]

 

 

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