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Seattle Sunset We Knew God Children of the World

 

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Seattle Sunset

The Sunset sang out It's glory
In the sound of the colors
Root to Crown
The Full spectrum
The bee came and ever so boldly
Brought in the reminder of
The stillness in
The order of chaos
So lightly the birds sing
Of their Joy in Life
As the boats travel quietly
Sending ripples of waves
The airliner flies with the sound
Breaking through the air
Sending ripples of waves
Stillness within it all
Silence remains..........
Jeanna M. Gollihur

copyright © 1993

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We Knew God

We remember His patient mentoring
His Living of the Love
Who would know what it would take
To be lovers with God

At the moment we looked at the possibility
Life took on a brilliance
Though unseen
And The question yet arises
How would we communicate moment to moment
Day to day
If our Lover was God?

We do doubt that we’d have many complaints
We doubt that we’d talk about pain
We doubt there would be an empty desire
Or lack for anything

We’re sure the conversations would be enlightening
Sure we’d be fully aware,
Highest thoughts and potential
No insecurities transference, control, or anything frightening

We said It was easy when Love reigned
But it wasn’t a Love of attachment
It wasn’t a Love of sensation
It wasn’t a Love of passion
It was a Love of the light of the mind

We’d advise anyone who knows
They are going to be lovers with God
It only hurts when you cannot hear
The powers are not the same

For the love of God is not taught by mother
By sister, Lover , or state
The One who is closest to it
Thinks they are furthest away

Eyes closed tight we felt our way around
We hardly noticed this vital penetrating force
We’ve learned what love is not
The love of God is not earned or learned but found

The Love of God is Life itself
A power not to be taken lightly
It lights our mind and we animate
This makes us all the same
In a living sort of way

To be lovers of God
Is an easy task
Though the alternative remains

Jeanna M. Gollihur
copyright © 1993

Idaho
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Children of the World

I am an Iraqi child,
I am not a daughter of a sultan; No one lives on the street,
I have plenty of food to eat.
The imperialist US comes and terrorizes our world, 
In the name of security and rumored word.
My Allah is your God, we all so Love His Name. 
You drop bombs on my brothers & sisters and you call your self humane. 
Na anna naaaa na naa naahahhhhahhh nah nah na.

I am a Palestinian child,
I am not a daughter of a sheik, there is terror in the street,
Our neighbors have plenty to eat.
I am without a homeland. 
Israeli soldiers shot my brothers so my father took a stand.
My Allah is your God, we all so Love His Name. 
You slaughter my brothers & sisters and you call your self humane.
Na anna naaaa na naa naahahhhhahhh nah nah na

I am an Afghani child,
I am not the daughter of a shah; my mother wears a
burqa,
If she doesn’t she’ll be beat. If the alliance allows us UN food,
With a Microwave we have plenty to eat.
I dare not show defiance, I’ll be killed by the Northern Alliance.
Pictures of George Bush & bundles of money fell from the sky today.
We want no war with the US, but our homes are bombed anyway.
My Allah is your God, we all so Love His Name. 
You slaughter my brothers & sisters and you call your self humane.
Na anna naaaa na naa naahahhhhahhh nah nah na

I am a South American child,
I am not the daughter of a Presidente, My home is a box in the street
We have no clean water and little to eat
President Bush told Enron to buy out our water rights then clearly shut it off,
My little sister died from dysentery and a cough.
The US trained the terrorists who battle in our fields,
They reduced our annual food crop and now coca is our yield.
The coke is sold in the USA, lining the pockets of the CIA
My God is your God, we all so Love His Name. 
You slaughter my brothers & sisters and you call your self humane.
eye ie yie yie yei yieeee yiiii yei iiiiiii yeee

I am a child of
China
I am not the daughter of the emperor; I do not live on the street,
I work the rice fields’ everyday so I have plenty to eat.
My father and mother are away, they work in a factory 14 hours a day,
To make WalMart clothing & appliances for the children in the USA
Working conditions are not satisfactory, but we have no say.
Our Government doesn’t allow open worship , but we all Love just the same.
You come and set up sweatshops and call yourself Humane.
Ohhhh ooooh oh ohhhh ohhh oohhh ahh ahh ooooh oh

I am a North American child
I could be the daughter of the president, although I live in the street,
I have plenty of fast food to eat.
Our crops are now genetically changed, the molecules rearranged.
With the new Patriot act,, we lost habeas corpus & that’s a fact.
The corporate government terrorizes the world,
Causing others to retaliate.
The US builds weapons of mass destruction, and trains terrorists in our back yard.
They make the rules and break them.
We are hated now by much of the world.
But our protests are never heard.
My God is your God, We so Love His Name
The government imprisons our brothers and sisters, and calls itself humane.
Ohhhh Nooo no no nooo no nooo no no oooh

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