I can’t create a mountain, or catch the setting sun
Or stop the snow from melting when Springtime has begun
I can’t produce an acorn, hold moonlight in my hand
Or stop the rivers rising and flooding all the land

I cannot form a crystal, I can’t turn back the clock
I cannot make a seashell or the diamonds in a rock
I can’t prevent an earthquake, hold back the breaking dawn
Or see a far off galaxy, or a new star being born

Can’t stop people fighting in a place so far away
Or stop the children starving, or make a rainbow stay
I can’t design a valley, or still a stormy sky

I can’t do very much it seems, a mortal such as I
I can only sit and wonder, why we are really here
The people gone before us, who must have shed a tear

So many puzzling questions, I sometimes feel quite tired
Then suddenly in the silence, I feel I’ve been inspired

It’s in the hands of spirit
It has been from the start
In the quiet meditation, in the stillness of my heart


By: Linda Fallen, Essex