His strokes flowed
heart, tender
with compassion
painting wisdom
with care.
His nearness breathes traces
of bold, light
with Father’s love
onto the collage
of my life.
His bold traces
my heart, flowing strokes
of wisdom on its collage
with care, giving Life.
Author notes
This is a Finclo. A poem structure I developed consisting of two stanzas that flow into a final one. See: http://allpoetry.com/list/59653-The-Finclo
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A contest entry
- I am lost... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 8, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love the warmness and originality of the thoughtfulness weaved around the lines and around the words of this beautiful poetry..well done indeed...
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Thank you
for a splendid contest. I enjoyed it. Frans
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Wondrous Poem ...
with such typical humbleness ... I loved it. The word FINCLO also holds to me the Final Clause, refined in divine knowing.
May 2009 shower you with sacred inspiration, my beloved friend in poetry and in Christ.
Much Love to you and yours.
Myra
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So Lovely!!!!!
What a beautiful poem my friend. So uplifting to start my day with. I love the new form you created. Best of luck in the contest. Take care. Many Blessings to you. Sandy
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Lot of traces of the Father's love...really loved this. Blessings
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