The green fields of my proud ancestors' home,
happiness gleaming in my child's bright eyes,
magnificent blue Heavens of our Lord,
white foaming waves upon glittering shores;
all nurture a peace, gentleness and love
within this humbly grateful heart of mine.
A contest entry
- Saving Grace: The Real Kind by Randomly Beautiful.
1750 points, ended February 18, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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So truly you as you have written your gratefulness for Gods' wondrous world, the ocean, where your heart is....in Ireland, the land of your ancestors...Your spirit is alive here in your penning, dear friend..
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We should always feel grateful for everything. Learning to be content with little or much. Shalom.
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lost for words
Thankful Grace, like everything you write there is a certain something that shines through, for me at anyrate there is a certain fulfllment to be had in reading it. Ps the young girl with the red hair in your family pictures is a c lone of you.
Perhaps it is you a few years back.
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Beautiful and it flowed...nice and short to the point...felt a calming effect. Blessings.
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