Gloom has overwhelmed these
darkened days;
buildings soar tiredly above
coal-black clouds.
God begs for life to be injected
back into the world
he slaved to create.
Free will was a gift
that we should have used wisely.
I planted a tree.
Looking upon this world
filled my heart with despair;
complete lack of colour made me cry.
I planted a tree.
And when this tree began to grow
the smog meandered away.
I built a home with natures blessings:
warm wooden walls and a roof of leaves.
I created a garden that radiates beauty
and I simply stood and stared,
perfection's reflections in my eyes.
I know I made God smile.
The sun shattered the cloud above my roof;
heaven-sent protection from the cold.
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Michaelbe
First day of school blues
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Comments
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Nice.
I like the idea expressed in your poem: Don't just complain, do something, plant a tree. My favorite line:"freewill was a gift that we should have used wisely". For me that single reference was enough about God. Too much dropping His name makes an otherwise strong poem sound preachy. Generally it's better to be told a parable than to be lectured at. Follow the outstanding Master of Parables, Christ. Look what He accomplished with that technique. Excellent evocative title.
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