Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

“Remember the order of life. Sometimes we forget how it was intended to be.” 
 

Have you heard the liquid giant

roar demanding you respect
His presence?

Have you heard the invisible one
run through the land teasing
the trees?

Have you heard the little ones
flitting about the clouds and grasses
singing courtships?

Have heard the massive submariner
deep below the dappled surface
echoing His sounds?

Have you heard the ancient ones
drop His fruit creating food
for the valley floor?

Have heard the sounds of creation
so loudly proclaiming
the existence of one?

Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

“Remember the order of life. Sometimes we forget how it was intended to be.” 
 

Have you heard the liquid giant

roar demanding you respect
His presence?

Have you heard the invisible one
run through the land teasing
the trees?

Have you heard the little ones
flitting about the clouds and grasses
singing courtships?

Have heard the massive submariner
deep below the dappled surface
echoing His sounds?

Have you heard the ancient ones
drop His fruit creating food
for the valley floor?

Have heard the sounds of creation
so loudly proclaiming
the existence of one?

Rebound

“The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That’s real glory. Thats the essence of it.” – Vince Lombardi Jr.

A ball flies away, on it’s own steam.

Headed out of the game, its in its own beam
Never wanting to land, but trajectory rules
Never doesn’t matter, rebound powers the tools
The way it flies, a reaction to the hit
Never looking back, it traces a good clip
We all can react to the strikes made
We all can respond and let the critics fade
We all can rebound, reach back toward the sky
We all can reach an orbit and sail on by…this world

Rebound

“The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That’s real glory. Thats the essence of it.” – Vince Lombardi Jr.

A ball flies away, on it’s own steam.

Headed out of the game, its in its own beam
Never wanting to land, but trajectory rules
Never doesn’t matter, rebound powers the tools
The way it flies, a reaction to the hit
Never looking back, it traces a good clip
We all can react to the strikes made
We all can respond and let the critics fade
We all can rebound, reach back toward the sky
We all can reach an orbit and sail on by…this world