Energy

The energy that saves us from decay
Keeps the red  blood moving  in its dance
This is mystery, in its own deep way

In our body, many microbes play
Glory, glory, glory, happenstance
The energy that saves us from decay

The good and bad like dancers seem to sway
Giving health and illness a fair chance
This is mystery, in its own right way

Shall we opt for life and kneel to pray
To the one whose vital energy’is the source?
The energy that saves us from decay.

 

So movement  keeps us living every day
See the symbols and the random ways of chance
This is mystery  in its own way

See the lions and snakes as a romance
You might’ve understood that feeling once
The energy that saves us from decay
Is a mystery, in its own deep way

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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