My Father's World


Do you pay attention as you journey thru this life?
Hold the beauty of today in your hand,
and watch as yesterday's troubles fly away.
You must learn to see and trust in what you see
Even when the storm clouds gather,
Walk towards your dreams,
Where the path is littered with sticks and stones.
Paint the sky as you go,
Reach up and touch the clouds.
Listen for the sound of the bagpipes
As a lonely figure walks along the shore
in the evening mist.
Tell me how you feel and
I'll give you my teddy bear.
Fill my lap with sweet scented flowers
and let the water from the falls
wash me clean.
Hear the distant roar of thunder
as the drops hit the warm earth.
Walk in the rain with me and listen
to the song of the birds,
Always vigilant of the promise.
When you lay your head on your pillow
dream of the crow feeding the baby kitten.
This is my Father's world.
All is well.