trees
budding grace
shift and sway
in an affectionate breeze;
full moon beckons,
as the wounded crawl
from cowering caves.
offers of hope released
as sighs from long-awaited expectations;
giving faith to the few
who know where to look
and have eyes to see and ears to hear.
sun rising in revelation
where knowledge of truth becomes experience.
understanding and wisdom
deeply rooted,
growing from eternal springs
shifting, swaying
in the Creator's affection
living as new creations
of the mind.
Author notes
Can you see the forest when your staring at a tree?
A contest entry
- Springtime Originals by Hoosierpoet.
700 points, ended April 21, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
spiritually cliche'? or ok?
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Lovely effort x
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I didn't think it to be spiritually cliche, then again I generally avoid the spiritual works so what do I know?
Loved this. Spring is most often a foreign concept to me, but with a mug of roses on my desk and Swedish jazz to guide me through your poem I enjoyed this more than I could have hoped.
"sun rising in revelation
where knowledge of truth becomes experience."
Particularly loved these lines.
Could you be more brilliant?
- Allura
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Allura
Thank you. glad to see you around. check your email.
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A wonderful expression of the beauty and grace of spring, as God designed it to be enjoyed and appreciated. Thanks for entering this in the contest.
Best wishes,
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Moses
Many thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Hopefully the contest was inspiring for you.
Much peace,
K
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