Drops of God
Brush against my windowpane
Golden is the sun
Expanding across the great blue
Wind enveloping the atmosphere
Sweeping like His breath
Clouds part and the heavenly heights
Bloom in enraptured glory
Mysteries of creation
Reveal themselves subtlety
On the wings of a dove
Snow covered mountains
Rolling on blades of grass
Trembling on tree limbs
Rippling in child's laughter
Folding in loving arms
Caressing eyelids in sleep
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11 comments:
This is one of my favorites. Each image is wonderful. Love the power and suggestiveness of these words.
"Drops of God
Brush against my windowpane"..in all the images "Mysteries of Creation". I love this-
all around you...beautiful
This is beautiful! Keep writing!!!
.....and I awake!
Wow, it felt like a dream, so beautiful.. so much of fantasy!
Keep writing..:)
Were you signed in for skywatch? I missed your sky photo.
Marnie
very nice. i think god is probably poetic.
thank you write girl for this loving & spiritual
poem, perfect reading for this beautiful soft
breeze sunny day - this touched my heart -
i notice your soul is just as pretty as you are.
Hey WG,
You are an amazing writer when I read what you write it causes my imagination to soar. I begin to see a work of art vivid in colors and texures. Thank you for such a beautiful place to come and think uplifting thoughts. Much love to you!!:)
Ahh, The breath of it, width, depth, height
of it, the wonder of it all. To become aware
of his mighty works leaves one speehless. Yet,
He allow you to express a glimps. Thank God!
Oh my dear young sister .. you have such talent! We miss you over at Acrostic Only, indeed, I miss reading you.
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