Wonderful Day

Manu Moreporks
Wonderful day
No one could speak
So the creatures couldn’t say
Precisely exactly
What had taken place
It was as if the whole forest
Was immersed in favour and grace

…It all began
In the twilight hour
When the owls where deciding
Just what and how
They would achieve
The very next night
When all of a sudden
The moon shone extra bright

Manu Morepork
Opened the shutters
Gave a big sigh
‘Oh this earth has become cluttered
With all that toxic waste
Dumped on our forest floor
A new system must be formed
As the village people are sad, sick and sore’

Many councils had been informed
And many referendums submitted
But the village people knew
Many needed fresh vision to be committed

The scholars spoke plainly
‘How can this planet sustain life
When we’re dumping on Mother Earth
The poisons that will eventually bring us strife’

…All of a sudden
A great light shone
For all to see
To gaze upon

The whole forest was filled
With an amazing hue
All stood still
Not knowing what to do.

The villagers were weeping
And crying out aloud
As all vile things were being revealed
Under this glorious cloud

The whole forest did tingle
There was silence everywhere
Loves healing presence
Was dissolving all anxiety and fear.

Manu fluffed out His wings
Turned his head right around
Then spoke to his maid
These words, so profound.

“God looked upon The Earth
Which He had made
The very foundation
Of it He had laid
When it was completed
He said ‘it is good’
But the humans He created
Didn’t love Him as they should
Often by their own choices
They’d reap sadness and stress
So He sent His own Son
To enable abundant life and to bless
But still some chose
To go their own way
So at this precise time
On this pre-planned day
He has come to visit
Bringing mercy, favour and grace
Why? Because
Of His Love for The Human Race”

Manu bowed His Head
Knelt by His bed
No words were adequate
To express what this old owl said

…The earth was transformed
Restored and peace reigned
What had been stolen
Was now being reclaimed

The Heavens Opened
Angelic choirs sing
Glory and Majesty
To Our Maker, Our King.

Elizabeth 26.11.2002 Luke Ch 2 verse 14

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