Lion of the forest,
Simba of the plains,
Monarch of the jungle,
King and Queen of mountain range. First female discrimination,
In practice on the earth,
She hunts and kills and leads him there,
Lets him feed the very first.
He takes his due and pride, in stride,
She's maternal to a fault,
Lazy Majesty is he,
But then, as King, why not?
Pretentious, proud, and pompous,
Playful pussy-cat pretense,
One batting paw can maim and kill,
Needs no excuses or defense.
Their roars are heard for miles,
And, in the middle of the night,
Cause men to cower in sheer horror,
And cross themselves in fright.
Can take down a skittish beast,
Like a running, scared gazelle,
Attacks man as a last resort,
He prefers the beast to quell.
God-given royal status,
Yet, earned and self-maintained,
Unannoyed and respected,
The lordly lion reigns. ~ Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Lion of the forest,
Simba of the plains,
Monarch of the jungle,
King and Queen of mountain range. First female discrimination,
In practice on the earth,
She hunts and kills and leads him there,
Lets him feed the very first.
He takes his due and pride, in stride,
She's maternal to a fault,
Lazy Majesty is he,
But then, as King, why not?
Pretentious, proud, and pompous,
Playful pussy-cat pretense,
One batting paw can maim and kill,
Needs no excuses or defense.
Their roars are heard for miles,
And, in the middle of the night,
Cause men to cower in sheer horror,
And cross themselves in fright.
Can take down a skittish beast,
Like a running, scared gazelle,
Attacks man as a last resort,
He prefers the beast to quell.
God-given royal status,
Yet, earned and self-maintained,
Unannoyed and respected,
The lordly lion reigns. ~ Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
The most magnificent silence ever heard,
Winter time ... past midnight,
A lonely, deserted, distant hill,
Whitest landscape ... purest moonlight.
Breathe quiet and deep ... enjoy the peace,
Be still ... make no movement at all,
Listen intently, ever so gently,
Hush ... you will hear the snow fall.
No sound more profound, orchestrated by God,
Few have such privileged ear,
Snow kisses your face with a veil of white lace,
You are dressed for the concert, my dear. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
The most magnificent silence ever heard,
Winter time ... past midnight,
A lonely, deserted, distant hill,
Whitest landscape ... purest moonlight.
Breathe quiet and deep ... enjoy the peace,
Be still ... make no movement at all,
Listen intently, ever so gently,
Hush ... you will hear the snow fall.
No sound more profound, orchestrated by God,
Few have such privileged ear,
Snow kisses your face with a veil of white lace,
You are dressed for the concert, my dear. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
Where it's lush and green and cool,
There are many little lakes and streams,
And little mountain pools.
Not only are they works of beauty,
But they serve a purpose, too,
They supply the creatures of the forest,
Both with water and with food.
Mostly they are quiet spots,
Where man retires to reflect,
He likes the stillness and serenity,
Which helps refresh his God respect.
Often further in the mountains,
Sometimes above a pool or pond,
Are even grander signs of God,
To which man excitedly responds.
An ear gives man his first alert,
A loud roar high in the mountain,
He rounds a curve and then observes,
A crashing water fountain.
Majestic and magnificent,
Man stands back in total awe,
Humbled in God's presence,
At a tumultous waterfall.
Bejeweled by rays of sunshine,
Drops splash crystalline and pure,
Can't be captured for the market,
But here are free and lovelier.
At the edges of the rushing falls,
Forest creatures come to bathe,
Bear cubs frolic in the water,
And deer stand near to watch them play.
Cascading waters ever flow,
As they have since time began,
Man marvels at God's holy works,
Which he will never understand..
Man can construct hydraulic dams,
And reroute river streams,
But he can't duplicate God's plans,
Not even half as well, it seems.
Man on earth will never know,
How God created mountains,
Nor will he ever figure out,
The workings of God's fountains.
Let man stand in awe and praise the Lord,
Be grateful and thanksgiving,
When he gets to heaven, he'll learn how,
God's waterfalls outwit him. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
Where it's lush and green and cool,
There are many little lakes and streams,
And little mountain pools.
Not only are they works of beauty,
But they serve a purpose, too,
They supply the creatures of the forest,
Both with water and with food.
Mostly they are quiet spots,
Where man retires to reflect,
He likes the stillness and serenity,
Which helps refresh his God respect.
Often further in the mountains,
Sometimes above a pool or pond,
Are even grander signs of God,
To which man excitedly responds.
An ear gives man his first alert,
A loud roar high in the mountain,
He rounds a curve and then observes,
A crashing water fountain.
Majestic and magnificent,
Man stands back in total awe,
Humbled in God's presence,
At a tumultous waterfall.
Bejeweled by rays of sunshine,
Drops splash crystalline and pure,
Can't be captured for the market,
But here are free and lovelier.
At the edges of the rushing falls,
Forest creatures come to bathe,
Bear cubs frolic in the water,
And deer stand near to watch them play.
Cascading waters ever flow,
As they have since time began,
Man marvels at God's holy works,
Which he will never understand..
Man can construct hydraulic dams,
And reroute river streams,
But he can't duplicate God's plans,
Not even half as well, it seems.
Man on earth will never know,
How God created mountains,
Nor will he ever figure out,
The workings of God's fountains.
Let man stand in awe and praise the Lord,
Be grateful and thanksgiving,
When he gets to heaven, he'll learn how,
God's waterfalls outwit him. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
There is unbroken quietness,
In the mountains, in the night;
A stillness even thoughts can't break,
Nor shatter as if light. The night's protective blackness,
Like a velvet wrap is worn,
An embrace of one's whole body,
Sensuous and warm.
The stars ... a million dancing lights,
Choose one and it is yours;
One is enough ... please leave the rest,
For poets and philosophers.
A scent of wild Jasmine,
Pervades the soft night air;
An intoxicant so strong,
No match found anywhere.
Evening music of the woods,
Rustling sylvan chords;
God, I think, is whispering,
Hush! Don't miss His words!
Close your eyes in solitude,
Your Lord and you alone,
You've caught a glimpse of Heaven ...
You've caught a glimpse of Home. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
There is unbroken quietness,
In the mountains, in the night;
A stillness even thoughts can't break,
Nor shatter as if light. The night's protective blackness,
Like a velvet wrap is worn,
An embrace of one's whole body,
Sensuous and warm.
The stars ... a million dancing lights,
Choose one and it is yours;
One is enough ... please leave the rest,
For poets and philosophers.
A scent of wild Jasmine,
Pervades the soft night air;
An intoxicant so strong,
No match found anywhere.
Evening music of the woods,
Rustling sylvan chords;
God, I think, is whispering,
Hush! Don't miss His words!
Close your eyes in solitude,
Your Lord and you alone,
You've caught a glimpse of Heaven ...
You've caught a glimpse of Home. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
