The Eye of heaven
The eye of heaven, it looks down at us
Through the arches nature created
Wonder what it really sees? And why?
Does it think the earth reduced to a muss?
Does it feel, maybe, a tad deflated?
Or does hope lie somewhere within the eye?
Hope it sees and appreciates us thus –
Love us and to look at us, feel blessed
With each glance, heave a peaceful heartfelt sigh.
The heavenly eye, hope feels elated
Sees an infant born, all else - negated.
An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said: ''UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?''
'UBUNTU' in the Xhosa culture means: "I am because we are"
The above story and the photo below are both courtesy of Catalyzing Change.
For dVerse (Form for All: On Midwinter, Magic Realism, and a Trireme Sonnet) and for Theme Thursday - Wonder and the photograph used also towards Alphabe Thursday's letter O
Little feet, they go pitter, they go patter
Under the tree is a yummy sweet treat
Who here wants to race up there? asks he.
Hand in hand in hand, all run together
Everyone was there first, no one to beat
Their mouths full, faces like masks that are happy.
He wonders why. Asks, “Would not one rather
win first place? Would that not be cool, be neat
To have all those treats oneself? You agree?”
“UBUNTU - I am because we are, sir.
To be happy together, we prefer”