More lovely than the infant crocus
Which peeps his trumpeted purple head
From beneath the humus blanket black
To surprise the yet chill air,
Only to tuck himself
Hastily and cleverly away again
Beneath the snow-dusted cover of
His ever-warming garden bed,
Are You, O God, Great Lily of the Valley,
The only Wise God--
Ever present in the earth,
Yet coming again!
In a list
A contest entry
- Awe - dinnertime judging by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended August 17, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow such a deep spiritual write Ten You imagery is just stunning and the emotion oozes through your words.
A truly beautiful piece
Congratulations on your well deserved silver.
Gaylene
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wonderful reminder of what will come glad it took a trophy!
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Absolutely beautiful....... that is Awe in knowing.
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