Obama, Come Blow Your Horn!

Dear Mr. President,

As you know, we have over 130 species of creatures going extinct EVERY DAY! I find that staggering, I hope we humans aren't in that line!

In Barbara Kingsolver's new novel, FLIGHT BEHAVIOR there is a quote by one of the main characters, Ovid, who is a scientist and butterfly expert. He says, "What is the use of saving a world that has no soul left in it? Continents without butterflies, seas without coral reefs, what if all human effort amounted basically to saving a place for ourselves to park?"

That line struck me HARD! I wrote this song in response.

THY KINGDOM COME

words & music Donna Stjerna

for Gladys Tiffany & Barbara Kingsolver

I walked through the desert when the spring flowers were blooming

Their tiny faces raised in prayer, grateful for the rain

I've seen majestic mountains, rise up like an alter

Watched sunflowers bow their heads, across the fruited plains

In the belly of the mountain, where the min the finest marble

For the walls and polished floors, of cathedrals down in Rome

There I sang my songs of peace and they echoed through the temple

Reminding me this earth is my heavenly home!

This lovely blue marble spinning round and round in space

This glorious, beautiful, heavenly place...

Why do we wait for paradise to come?

Ain't it high time we treasure this EARTHLY KINGDOM?

I swam in the ocean with fishes they called angels,

In and out of coral reefs that have not yet been bleached white,

I've stood in a snowstorm, watching trees take communion,

In their lacy white gowns neath the northern lights.

And at the foot of the Redwoods, under green jeweled crowns

I felt diving salvation, deep down in my soul

There I sang my song of peace and it echoed through the forest

Reminding me this EARTH is our heavenly home. (Chorus)

At the edge of the world, where land touches sea,

I have watched a golden sunset and glimpsed eternity

This Garden of Eden, we hold in our hand

We raped and we pillaged with greed in command,

But we have the power to turn things around

Gabriel (Obama) blow your horn, we stand on sacred ground,

Let songs of Peace, ring down here below

Remind us that this EARTH is our heavenly home.  (Chorus)