Hi all,
This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is silence.
Music and praise
In the glorious sun
The trees exhaling
In August light
Serenading birds
Beating their wings
Church windows wide
Choir voices melt
Psalms singing sweetly
On the street corner
Girls turning ropes
Rhythm on pavement
Bodies rise and jump
Alone in my thoughts
Winding quiet path
A humbling prayer
For this gift of silence
4 comments:
A beautiful picture which one can see anywhere on a Sunday morning stroll!! Loved this romantic tryst with nature staying true to your style of poetry!! :)
Wow so beautiful..i can weave picture out of this poetry ..I loved it totally :)
Aren't we glad that those before us saw our need for the quiet paths deep in the city!
Beautifully written, W.G.
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I'm surfing a little while recovering. I didn't feel like writing for OSI this week.
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Beautiful, i could see and feel the flow of
this poem and with all the activity, yet i
found the quiet path...thank you, so beautiful.
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