There is the Earth

 

There are some moments,

Where the picture resonates more into sound. 

Listen to the impression of the words.

Do you see the Earth out there in view,

From where I sit, eyes see you. 

What a wonderful idea do you agree,

How your mind says I know. 

There is my moon, my speaker phone I call. 

To believe this is how I see the world

One called mine.

Yet sharing it, for whom shall be,

So lucky to see, so precious to thee.

A being so special. me.

Hear is my moment,

Where the picturing resonates more sound.

Listening to the impression of the words,

Feeling their rhythm, letting their meaning surround.

Do you see the Earth out there in view?

From where I sit, my eyes see you.

What a wonderful idea, do you agree,

How your mind whispers, I know, to me.

There is my moon, my speakerphone I call,

A celestial ancestor answering it all.

To believe this is how I know the world,

My canvas pure thought, a dream invaginal.

One called mine, yet shaping for whom shall be,

So lucky to see, so precious to thee.

A being so special, radiantly, free—

A reflection of He, the God in me.