I have the ability to sense the thoughts and feelings of inaminate objects. I wrote this poem from the standpoint of the pond when a child drowned in her waters.
Rain in the night, all night long. Iam aware of the cool,, sweet breath of it upon my face.I lay still and happy,listening to the rain come down. How good this day: how fine the rain: How happy am I. We that thirst have had our fill, The trees on my banks sing a joyful song of thanksgiving. " Praised be our Lord for our sister Water, who is very serviceable unto us, and humble, and precious and clean." ( I don't know who wrote this poem.) My fish jump with joy, what dainty splashings I hear. Some sparrows are bathing in my cleansing waters.. What joyous chirping! How they enjoy my cool water, so conveniently provided for them by Mother Nature. Talk of luxury! Children from nearby farms come to cool off in my chilly waters. They throw rocks into my depths to scare away lurking serpents.They jump, they giggle, they play games. They drink their fill of my cool, inviting waters. One child drowns. Pulled to shore, he lies still, under a spruce tree, a picture of perfect tranquility. Far away I hear screams and wailing, even as he sleeps. A mellow day. More rain. I am enlarged, Having at length accepted my place in the Universe" mine and no other, I grow quiet , tranquil, peaceful, at one with Mother Nature. It is enough. I am content Love, Bindi Reply Forward Reply |Bindi Roberts to thepoetryspot show details Aug 4 I have the ability to sense the thoughts and feelings of inaminate objects. I wrote this paper from the standpoint of the pond when a child drowned in her waters. A child died in a nearby pond. Rain in the night, all night long. Iam aware of the cool,, sweet breath of it upon my face.I lay still and happy,listening to the rain come down. How good this day: how fine the rain: How happy am I. We that thirst have had our fill, The trees on my banks sing a joyful song of thanksgiving. " Praised be our Lord for our sister Water, who is very serviceable unto us, and humble, and precious and clean." ( I don't know who wrote this poem.) My fish jump with joy, what dainty splashings I hear. Some sparrows are bathing in my cleansing waters.. What joyous chirping! How they enjoy my cool water, so conveniently provided for them by Mother Nature. Talk of luxury! Children from nearby farms come to cool off in my chilly waters. They throw rocks into my depths to scare away lurking serpents.They jump, they giggle, they play games. They drink their fill of my cool, inviting waters. One child drowns. Pulled to shore, he lies still, under a spruce tree, a picture of perfect tranquility. Far away I hear screams and wailing, even as he sleeps. A mellow day. More rain. I am enlarged, Having at length accepted my place in the Universe" mine and no other, I grow quiet , tranquil, peaceful, at one with Mother Nature. It is enough. I am content Love, Bindi [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------------------ &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Visit our Psychic/Paranormal message boards at http://www.skatemd.com/forums/index.php Arcade, Journals, Chats, Boards, Fun!Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/paranormal_stuff/ <*> Your email settings: Individual Email | Traditional <*> To change settings online go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/paranormal_stuff/join (Yahoo! ID required) <*> To change settings via email: [email protected] [email protected] <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [email protected] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
