“The Pin Of El Molinillo (The Pinwheel)”
Our language is a mix – a gift
To those who wish to get a lift
Up into other members of
The languages of Euro-club.The Europeans thought that they
Could join as one, unite to play;
But that’s just nuts – God’s Babel gift
Does not dissolve, it merely shifts.But when the push comes to a shove,
A fight breaks out, and that’s because
We chose to live out on the fins –
El Molinillo – where it spins.“You’ll find life works as well,” God said,
“On head of pin – why not be led
To do your life on stable base –
My gift of place to stand, in case –The random winds of life begin
Your stable life to whirl and spin;
Then you’ll appreciate the place
I give to you for such a case.”What is this center-point of life?
It’s “Spirit” – carries us through strife;
It’s “Meaning”, “Feeling”, “Truth”, and “Love”,
A “Center” midst the push and shove.Folks try to put in smaller words
This gift, some part which they have heard;
But it’s just part – “Enormity”
Too small is for “Eternity”.But that’s okay – the ocean is
Enormous, but it’s where snail lives
Each day of its short life and has
Since at the first, no razzmatazz.The micro-context is enough
For us to thrive, and strut our stuff;
Head of a pin, or pinwheel’s fins?
Step to what’s stable – life begins.Thanks Lord for this.
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