~*~ Kaleidoscope Creation ~*~

~* A collaborate poem *~
by Mysteria and Martha Dawn Cowan

Tonight, the moon will cast its shadow;
Mirror reflections on heaven's lake,
And serenely a harp is playing softly,
The sleeping angels are now all awake.

They spread their wings and stretch,
As they awake from their celestial sleep,
On clouds of the softest, fluffy cotton,
Where they all laid counting sheep.

The world below, a kaleidoscope creation,
Somehow it is never clearly understood,
Why mankind is in competition and
Always forsaking a sense of brotherhood.

Each race united so separately,
All scrambling to reach the finish line.
Yet, bound by their disunity,
Unstable grounds confine.

They gaze down in sadness from the heavens,
On a world filled with so much beauty,
And wait for tonight's instructions,
Ready for their earthly guard duty.

Gentle souls asleep had prayed for guidance,
From the heavenly Creator up above.
And an army of angels now ready themselves,
To protect ALL his children with love.

Looking down in sadness they see,
A rainbow of hands clasped in prayers,
Whispering words of love and hope,
To a heavenly Father whom cares.

They see hands of all sizes and colors,
Black, yellow, red and white,
Praying for peace and love on earth,
This beautiful, star-studded night.

Children pray that parents gain insight,
Understand and try to see some good,
In those they don't want to get to know,
Angry souls sometimes misunderstood.

They pray for the victims of this tradegy,
And those poor souls whose hearts are ill.
For those whose minds will never be the same,
What they've seen can't be treated with any pill.

They wondered why the color of a person's skin,
Even mattered at all, and sets them so apart,
When a smile is just a smile after all,
And isn't a heart still just a heart?

Let us try to see the world as God does,
In a panchromatic light,
Remind us there's a heart and soul,
In yellow, black, and red, or white.

Teach us how to see beyond our hate,
A distorted image in our eyes,
Beyond skin, race or creed,
Into a soul where sight can't compromise.

The angels slowly, then descended,
Some were white, yellow, black and red,
And they waited for children to sleep,
As angels do, hovering over their bed.

They touched them with their angel dust,
To protect each of them with love,
And kissed each of them on the cheek,
As gently and soft as the down on a dove.

The golden sun was beginning to rise,
Upon heaven's crystal lake, so clear,
Panoramic evidence that in the night,
Angel's had paid all a visit here.

Looking down with hopeful sighs,
They send a prayer with all God's love,
That we all can see each other,
Just as He does from above.

~* God Bless All Those Who Serve *~

graphic: Corey Wolfe http://www.coreywolfe.com

~*Be Kind To Your Fellow Man, Lend Him A Helping Hand, Put A Little Love In Your Heart*~

Well I looked to the sky for my anthem
The words and the music came through
But words and music can never touch
The beauty that I've seen in you

Love is God. Love is war. Love is what your life is for.

"Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding
wound...or a smiling mouth"

~Kahlil Gibran~

~* If you want a rainbow, sometimes you just have to put up with a little rain *~