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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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