Soar On America!

(just some of my thoughts, beliefs)

Soar on high!

American bald eagle soar on!

Native American, American Native soar on!

Soar on high!

 

Far above the clouds!

Spread your mighty gallant wings!

Envelope the sunshine!

Fly past mars and jupiter!

 

Become one with the galaxies and stars!

May your spirit be filled with serenity.

For the peace and calm you seek to find,

Is in the eye of every hurricane!

 

For the one who calms the storm,

Was in a manger born.

Some call him the Messiah,

I call him my Lord.

 

He carries a mighty sword!

He speaks with the tongues of all nations.

He speaks to every child.

With these little ones, he is tender, and mercy mild.

 

He is not of this world, but of the one to come.

He spoke in the beginning, as the alpha and the omega.

And there was light amidst the darkness.

And out the darkness, he created Sister Moon.

 

He painted his face among the stars.

As a father, he dreamed.

As everything came into being.

All mortal and immortal, all spiritual and angelic beings.

Everything that ever was or ever is to be.

 

And then he dreamed of Mother Earth.

She was his pride, she is his bride.

She is his joy!

As she was created, by the beauty of his hands.

 

With magestic mountains, green valley's and ocean's vast!

With blue river's forever flowing,

through the richest of Earth's soils.

She was not in need of streets made of gold.

 

For gold lay deep within her Black Hills.

She needed not silver drinking cups.

Nor diamonds dug from her caves of coal.

For she is blessed with deserts filled with sparkling sands.

 

Deep within her very soul.

Mother Earth was oh, so beautiful!

So God dreamed again...

He had visions of living, breathing things.

 

Of creeping, crawling things.

Birds in flight, and fish in the seas.

Then he came down from beyond the clouds.

And, he made me!

 

He created a likeness of himself.

Someone he could dream with.

Someone with whom he could share,

his visions and his hopes.

 

All of his tomorrow's.

Freedom!

The power of choice.

Comes with a very high price.

 

God gave his only begotton son.

That we may share eternal life.

He came...

to walk a mile in our moccasins.

 

To reunite all of mankind,

With great Grandfather Sky!

No more turmoil over forbidden oil!

No more blood shed or greater sacrifice.

He came and he paid the price.

 

No more shall the world say,

that God is dead.

The color of man's blood, is blue until it hits the air.

No one can change the color, of the root of one's hair.

The language of a man is in his silloette.

The way he dances with his shadow.

Reviews

[Ray Hamilton]

We all dance to a different tune
But that is ok in my mind, live and let live I say
We all have our own walk, some choose to walk in numbers shouting aloud
Others choose to walk in silent prayer, I say all are ok as long as you walk
Well written as always
Ray

[lots fo love ♥]

THIS WAS WAY TO PATRIOTIC. I ONLY READ the 1st paragraph and got board. good thought though. and sorry i didnt no i was in caps

[Carole]

Debileah, this is so upbeat and full of life. Your title lays the foundation for every word: Soar On America! A powerful declaration...

For the one who calms the storm,

Was in a manger born.

Some call him the Messiah,

I call him my Lord.



He carries a mighty sword!

He speaks with the tongues of all nations.

He speaks to every child.

With these little ones, he is tender, and mercy mild.

Enjoyed this. This is one of your best! :-) Carole :-)