In a dream I had last night, it was placed upon my heart, to share how grateful I am for Clean water. I dreamt of children in Haiti, in Africa, of immigrants in Eygpt forced to flee to UN camps in Tunsia, where clean drinking water is in high demand, and low supply. I also dreamt of those whose homes have been flooded out, whose entire life is washed away, where all the clean water they once depended on is now gone.
Those of us living in a free society, take clean water for granted. We drink fresh water, use it to cook our food, wash our dishes, clean our teeth, wash our clothes, feed our pets, even water our grass or wash our cars, and fill our swimming pools, without a second thought.
So, today, I thank God for water, that life giving essence, that we all take for granted.
Please share what you are grateful for today.
Gary's story "The Sandcastle" made me think of how lucky we are, as our children frolic on the beach, with no care of what is happening in the world around them. Oh, if only all children could frolic without such cares.
Kitty
The Sandcastle
Let the children of the world be free, to build the visions in their hearts. Take them to the ocean shore and watch them build sandcastles, a fortress inside their hearts. Let the sparkling waters drift upon their fortress after building the moat around their castle.
Within the clouded sky the winds appear, the waters quicken, relentlessly washing away their kingdom. Witnessing a loving of their castle, their creation, watching the water advance. They will then stand up and destroy their creation, jumping up and down, flattening their art. The sand castles will fall by their own desire before allowing nature to destroy it. Many will try to preserve what they have created for they are proud of their work.
It is not our teaching of our children who observe their makings of their worlds and wish to destroy their creations by themselves and do not want any other child to destroy their work. Their dreams inside their hearts, only they must destroy. Let their dreams form within the fortress within. Let us not teach our children destruction, but allow them to understand their own human nature by learning to preserve their creations, to create for God and man and themselves.
Destruction is of darkness and creation is light. Let us teach our children of the light which forms their sandcastles with the sunshine which preserves them. Let the wind and rain wash away their creations, so they will know and respect that nature runs its course. Only human nature obstructs a child’s dream as the sandcastle within their hearts reaches into the sky. Let our children build their creations, admiring their dreams that they may understand the Fortress At Hand.
The blue skies of heaven above,
Flowers blooming, the trees surrounded,
Amidst love.
The children singing songs of praise,
Laughing, smiling, in all their ways.
The Kingdom walls a strength above.
The clouds lying about, floating through,
Lifting the true.
Having no entry, having no exit,
The King watching over all,
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer together.
Winter refresh, turbulent shiver
Fall, blanketed with a breath.
Spring, flourishing blooming buds of
Life that sings.
Summer, preserving all creation to loosen the soil
For the winter toil producing enough for,
As many seeds, which lay about,
For all our needs.
A sparkling sun will rainbow coloured twinkle
The symbol of life dispersing a glow.
Which, a Kingdom at Hand
Shall bestow.
© 1996, Gary B. Roy
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