O’ The Beauty, the Warmth of the Sun,

O’ the beauty, the warmth of the sun,

The bluest of blue skies, whitest of clouds floating on hidden breezes.

What worries do I have when surrounded by the Divine’s Creations?

Temporal pains hold no sway in the face of Heaven’s glorious perfection.

I gripe over aches, aging, suffering and death

Spending my life in pity over the trivial.

But why?

Is not peace and joy spread out before me,

Have I not been granted five senses for their pleasure?

What has been given proves to be insufficient,

An incessant want pervades my very being.

This ego drives me to horde ever more of the materialistic…

I am weak!

Lying back in the tall green grass I marvel at Heaven,

Watching birds of all variety crisscross its expanse.

Wondering…Perhaps they know the answer,

Living simply and in the moment,

Requiring nothing, but food and shelter.

Wasn’t this what was endowed to us by the Creator, In The Beginning

Until the day our egos drove us to sin.

Maybe it is time I step back,

Taking time to look for that little spark that burns within

…That is God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

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12 thoughts on “O’ The Beauty, the Warmth of the Sun,

  1. Oh, this is breathtaking in its meaning. I believe God can be found in nature and within ourselves.
    It is hard to feel weary or unworthy when we can revel in the creations given to us. So true, Dom. It makes our problems float way upon clouds above us or streams besides us, like fallen leaves.

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