Man can't even begin
to create the beauty of
nature in vivid hues.
His hands mold not
silver of the moon.
His hands hold not
flaxen glory of his sun.
Yet our eyes feast upon
HIS talents, artistic
painting across HIS skies
as the sunsets sizzles; softly
calm into his deep
waters of tranquility.
Reflection of HIS powers
overwhelms m'heart.
I'm in awe; I close my eyes
feeling HIS presence
whisper, I AM...
Author notes
Quote is Prompt: Every sun set, is a reminder of HIS control...Unknown
A contest entry
- a reminder of HIS control... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 5, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Have you ever stop to admire HIS art?
Comments
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Beatifully written,I adored each line in this verse.
It was a joy to read!
Hugs
~Lifetime~
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Humm..wonderful realisation indeed showing the depth and the faith in HIM..thanks for sharing such a heart warming work..well done...
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stopped in tracks to adjust accent
the ahhs and sayings
felt wonderful, main beginning of admitting what we cannot do is not for disparity but praise! Your launching second stanza with no dullness attributed from this amazement is nice, by "Yet our eyes feast upon
HIS talents, artistic" entails a life stimulation through such means. and you delightfully wrapped it up with your mouth of how that, "overwhelms m'heart."
the ending is for the identity eternally to be cherished towards cause along with tuning into ours, it's a tucked task for or contemplation to "whisper" I keep wondering upon.
I'm glad I stopped by with place to respond,
babies are my subject
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