I hold your heart in breathless morning sunshine,
these early rays of heaven
calling eyes,
smiling home;
when love is tired of midnight, crying,
and will of weather
warms the cold, spring grasp of meadow.
You are stronger angel,
inspiring child,
when step is fear he screams in tear,
the carnal pain of not belonging.
Bare my mountain's purple majesty,
beneath the air of truth in sigh,
forgiving,
the laws of Nature
in melt descending
to highland grace of love’s fresh feather.
Know that you are like the sparrow,
wonder, small and beautiful,
that God spares sting,
so strong an arrow,
poet,
given winged inspiration
in seed to swallow;
those healing words of life
that follow wounded kneeling,
with greener lines of grace, and meadow.
In a list
A contest entry
- Reserve A Word...Paint A Poem Part 2 by poet2angels.
700 points, ended January 24, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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a well earned gold
bravo
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Gorgeous....
I am speechless reading this one...
That earely happens to this chatterbox, but I am sitting here with my mouth open in awe...
Lynda
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See? My instincts are impeccable.
Welcome to my brand new list, Scribe.
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beautiful, Mr. Mountain
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Ahhh, such a word for such a Scribe...the healer of hearts, the soother of Souls...the nurturer of Nature himself. This will be beautiful, I know. You have already earned your wings in my eyes, my dear Friend...Good luck in Lynda's contest, Sweetie. I've gotta get busy!!! Gotta write, edit, eat, rest, make phone calls, wash, rinse, repeat. 
I'll be back. You know I will. Jus' cain't hep mahsef. 
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