She got much gifts from open hands
Those golden hearts from foreign land
But though they came from farther place
Their hearts are closer, oh such a grace
~
Somehow it's good to take and keep
Yet there are hands that do not sleep
They are not tired of sharing gifts
Helping others with no buts and ifs
~
She loves to see herself like them
Sharing her gifts, her precious gems
Even the gifts she has today
Her skills and talents, that's her bouquet
~
And now she finds another dream
Like mending rips from hem to hem
She wants to share her open hands, too
With songs of hope for me and you

in hard times especially
those of us who can afford it
should be generous

unless we want to have
tanks in our streets again soon

The Dead Sea rolls within its waste
Salt so sick you cannot taste
You will not find a fishing boat
The sea's so saline you can float
The water flows into its shores
But there's no outlet anymore
So there it sits. Its water rank.
It seems God cursed it, so it shrank.

There's another place that you can see
It is the Sea of Galilee
Fishing boats by the score
Of different colors line its shore
If seafood dining is your wish
They catch great numbers of good fish
It has the Jordan running there
And there's an outlet that is fair
And so it lives and gives to us
It is blessed and is not cursed.

Watch and see the greedy man
He has his ways he has his plans
He loves his wealth and hates the poor
Though they are starving at his door
He takes and takes and does not give
But that's no way for us to live
And like King Midas with his gold
He is cursed when he is old

Look and see his counterpart
He loves to give for he is smart
He shares his goods,
helps those who grieve
He does not give just to receive
Not only family, but the needy
He is wise he is not greedy
His river flows, has much to share
So he is Rich Beyond Compare.

He's as the Sea of Galilee
Full of life. Fair and free!

But the miser pays his toll
Upon his grave the Dead Sea rolls.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/15/2016

the adventure starts every day
enjoy each moment in every way
you go, ever with my love
but thoughts of you come every day

I wish I had the money
To buy myself a yacht.
I wouldn’t spend it that way
But would love what I bought.
I’d have a huge party
With every friend I know
And let it go on and on
For about a week or so.

And, gifts to everybody
Who was ever kind to me.
Just something thoughtful
To give them gratefully.
I’d pick things out carefully
And wrap them up nice
And in some cases I’m sure
I’d do it at least twice.

I’d rent a fancy house
That overlooked the beach
With kayaks and hammocks
All within everyone’s reach.
And I would hire a caterer
To make delicious foods
So nobody would hunger
No matter what their mood.

And I would hire musicians
To play on regular intervals.
Maybe local songwriters
And super talented minstrels.
And I would wear my finest
Most beautiful things I’ve got.
That’s what I would do if
I could buy myself a yacht.

He tittered and cackled
At the refugee plight,
Revelled in innocents
Running for life.
Spends his eternity
Stoking flames,
Mixing ashes
Through worldly pains.
Each closing border
A fire's refrain.

Then humanity stood up,
Spoke up, rose up
To feed and clothe
The homeless hordes:
Lucifer wept
Over our good world.

I ponder the question
Of why might he
Be trying to gain my friendship
Nothing in this world is free
I accept and I thank
Though I keep up my gaurd
I accept and I thank
Though not fooled by their charm