Echoes a certain peacefulness from Where our goodness is born
The tenderness and tranquility speaks through leaves and wind
And all the plants and creatures rise..singing "it's day again"
Like powder puffs, all floating: the clouds so way up high
Wave at us and invite us: to imagine that we could fly
Without the aid of airplanes or hellicopters or machines
Imagine if you could and know... this is how our spirit leans
We restrict ourselves by busy-ness and load ourselves with worry
If we could stop a moment yes..if we wouldn't have to hurry
We'd see the heights that we could soar and even touch beyond
Everything our eyes could see: we'd dance in Heaven's pond
But we haven't time to ponder it or time to think or soar
We crowd ourselves with activity and look for even more
Not knowing that, indirectly, we are snuffing out our light
Trading it for lesser things, that never bring us sight
Oh if we could understand and feel within that joy
That comes from letting go of all: no bombshell could destroy..
Wouldn't it be so wonderful then... so inexpressibly pure
To know the beauty angels see and stay there safe and sure?