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And we are looking at the globe and we are smiling We know not why we are smiling Except that this globe seems so happy! Why it feels happier than any of the globes we have felt before
We see people playing volleyball on the beach We see people picnicking in Central Park We see people strolling down the sidewalk Window shopping and people watching
The people of this globe are happy Yes they are happy and they know they are happy And I wonder at their good fortune
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Enter the globe now Find out what their secret is
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And yes we alight at the beach Where a group of young adults are playing volleyball What strikes us as unusual is they are playing as children There is no posing They are not seeking to attract nor impress the opposite sex It is purely about the game They are truly and purely playing And yes, they are having fun Like children, they are Having fun, they are
And I try to sense them out And yes I do sense a childlike innocence to them Truly they somehow seem younger than their years
But I can learn nothing more from them And I now move to Central Park And yes there are plenty of people here to choose from Plenty
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I have found one They have the blanket spread out on the lawn The father is sitting on a chair beside the blanket The mother is sitting on the blanket And caring for and playing with their baby
The father is keeping his eye on their young toddler As he wanders about looking at this, looking at that
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I do, and sense his sense of security He is safe but completely He is loved but completely He is secure and he feels his security Yes he knows his father is watching him Yes he knows he can move about freely For his father is watching him and will warn him Or intervene should any danger approach
No the toddler is safe, content, secure And is free Yes the toddler is free to roam about Always within the father’s eye But otherwise free And that is enough room for a toddler And freely the toddler goes from inspecting a bush To inspecting a creek and the turtle beside it And yes there is much in the park To satisfy this toddler’s curiosity He even forgets his father So absorbed is he in what he is discovering
But his father has not forgotten him And has his eye on him but always Relaxed the father is; vigilant the father also is
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Enter the father now Who is he
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He is again younger than he appears to be For though he appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties There is a childlike innocence truly surprising in a parent
He is above all confident, supremely confident is he Yes he can keep an eye on his son Of this he has no doubt
Yes he can keep his son safe Of this he has no doubt
And it is not difficult to do so It is a pleasure to do so For it is a joy to see the world through his son’s eyes Why it is discovering the world all over again!
And he is enjoying himself, but supremely Soaking up the sun Even as he fulfills his fatherly duty And keeps a protective eye on his son
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She is blissed out this young mother Blissed out is she In love is she
She is in love with the infant on the blanket with her Yes her maternal hormones are flowing And she is in bliss and in love
In love with her infant is she In love and oh so proud of her toddler is she And in love and oh so proud of her husband is she
In bliss and in love is she As she sits on the blanket, soaking up the sun Playing with the infant
And every now and then she glances up at her husband And a feeling of warmth and contentment comes over her Yes she loves her husband I daresay she adores him He is the sun and the moon to her
Between her love for her husband and her love for her children Truly I cannot imagine that there could be any room For anything else in her life
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Is there anything else Enter into her and explore
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Yes actually there is She has a passion I’m not quite sure what it is But she does have a passion that has nothing to do with her family
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And does she have time to explore and experience That passion
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Yes, it would seem so And this truly surprises me For it seems as though she has all the time in the world Time to involve herself in her passion To her heart and mind’s contentment Yes time to pursue it Yes time to achieve her goals Yes she has purpose this young woman She has goals she is pursuing Goals she has already accomplished And this fulfills her; this grounds her And yes keeps her involved in the world Outside of her inner family circle
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Remain with the woman What is her concern
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Her concern is that she sees that there is beginning to be A gradual decline in the quality of life on her planet
And yes, she is determined, along with others To prevent and reverse this decline
For life on their planet is good And the people know it But I sense that she senses that they are allowing it To slowly slip away from them
She is prescient this woman is For truly I see no sign of decline But she sees that the steps they are currently taking Will lead them down Lead them down Ever so gradually, ever so slowly, hardly noticeable shall it be But lead them down it shall
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And what steps are these Remain in the woman and discover What she perceives these steps to be
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The first one that jumps out at me, that leaps out at me Is that the people are forgetting Gratitude
They are beginning to think that their blessed planet is their due That they in fact are responsible for this happy state of affairs And instead of giving gratitude and praise to God For so abundantly blessing them
They are patting themselves on the back
Yes, well done! They are telling themselves We are proud of ourselves! They are telling themselves Look at what we have achieved! They are telling themselves
And the woman hears these words and she is concerned For these are not the words she is used to hearing
The words she had heard in her childhood Were words of praise to the Almighty, to the Creator All praise and all credit were given to him
Each blessing received Each accomplishment achieved Each success reached Was followed by gratitude and praise and glory to God
To God went the glory To God went the praise To God went the recognition
For the people of this planet know that God is the Creator And all good comes from him All good comes from him And we thank him for all that is good For all that we receive we thank him For all that we are able to achieve we thank him For of course he is our very breath, our very life
Why we can not even live without him breathing us How much less can we give ourselves credit for our accomplishment It is God himself who gives us the graces and the qualities needed To succeed in our endeavors And we thank God, we thank God, we thank God
Joyfully we thank God In lightness of heart do we joyfully thank God Gladly, gladly, gladly do we thank God
And most of the people on the planet still do
There are just a few But a few enough to cause this woman concern For she knows that a few can grow to many
There is a few And it is an ever growing few Who are beginning to forget that God is their source of all ALL! And who think that this wonderful planet that they live on This wonderful home of theirs Is to their credit!
How they can think so I do not know But think so they do
They are proud of their civilization They are proud of how they keep the air and the water clean They are proud of how everyone, but everyone Is well provided for
Yes they are proud But they are beginning to forget that all comes from God And are somehow, just how I do not know They are somehow beginning to think that the credit is theirs And they are justified in patting themselves on the back Well done old chap! They say and yes they feel
And the woman is greatly concerned regarding this trend For she fears it to be the beginning of the end And of course I can see that she is perfectly correct
For without God there would be no air to keep clean Without God there would be no water to keep clean Without God there would be no people to provide for
Without God there would be nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing
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