One, Two, Three - for Hind Houas in Tunisia

 

God put you by me
so i am reminded
how beautiful this world is

when it gets ugly and rough
and as humans
we become tired

when our backbones begin to bend
our knees buckle a bit
and the shine in our spirit starts to dim
 

thats how humanity is
rather should be

collective conscious butterflies
soaring through cerulean skies
of cotton candied memories
of lives past

Yes, we have forgotten us, and in that, each other

God? He never forgets
you see, we leave Him

He appears in the eyes of a hungry child
a tired Mother
a working Father

in restless youth
the ill and elderly
the living and dying

He is there, eternal

and we, humans, mere beings,
lost and searching
for some kind of immense answer
to all of THIS 

take care of it
and one another
as one would heave
a used paper cup into a bag of trash

we do that, humans

and as leaves drift during Autumn
snow flies in Winter
when the rains come in Spring
and the sun shines her own tired smile in Summer

it is through simple acts of kindness
that I, a mere being
wondering herself
in this vast mad place we exist

feel the utter unconditional presence 

of Spirit.

© Susan Marie 2011 for Hind Houas (Thank you)