One small shell upon a beach
In amongst all there that be ~
But still there in all its natural glory
Washed up by its mother sea~
This tiny shell would not really raise an eyebrow
As it lay there among all the rest that be~
But it does play an important part
In all natural things there by the sea~
But this little shell would never cry out
That its the only one that is there~
It would never say it was only with inteligent form
And that it alone was beyond compare~
Behind all of the planets n stars we know
In our to date massive space backyard~
To even feel we are the only ones
Is to swallow slightly hard~
Its like some say that they know God
If we know all about him than he is not so great~
As I feel he would be beyond earthly comprehention
To really know him weve not scratched the slate~
There is out there unknown to us
Planets n life weve not yet found~
Its common sense within my mind
We have not begin to cover such ground~
But I do believe that god n space
Both which we know not everything as we say#
Would expect us to first tidy up our own backyard
Before searching further on the day~
If earth was a property
And God left us in charge to care and maintain~
And he came back to inspect our efforts
We would be out of a job and out in the rain~
We on earth are as but a little shell
Upon lifes beach but we need to know~
That we are getting too far ahead of ourselves
And we need to go back a century or so~
Money on earth has became God
And too few ever stop to think~
That out there is one great rock
That could pull us all up in a wink~
God as we know him would be so greater
Beyond our minds comprehention its true~
And being so he would be rather disgusted in
All or most on earth that we do~
Time to go back n get real for a change
Show we have love n care n integritty too~
That we are capable of undoing what they call progress
And act more like the good samaritan to more than a few~
Spend those large dollar amounts
On getting earth back to where it once used to be~
With babbling clean water brooks and air so fresh
And many a forest of tree~
We earth should take a leaf
Out of that little humble shell on the beach doing its thing~
Only proffessing to be just what it is
And maybe the entire earth once again just might sing~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2006

Alone I shall be,
But alone will not grant me peace.
In the dark many shall come,
Comfort, the least of their desires.

Memories they will flood,
Pain and anguish, limits of sanity
Hand in hand desperate journeys.
Little room for else do they leave.

Unreasonable ventures to the depths.
Journeys to the minds soul.
Forgotten friend lost in the storm.
What path his heart has taken?

Happiness and sadness
Closest of friends for eternity
Each day shall be the last
But no end shall ever bless.

Evil spell casting lots
Spoken words and deep thoughts
Price paid in blood
Happiness finally bought.