chiseled, horizon prods morning
from ocean's depth
awakening reprieve,
where silence offers
His embrace, touch-
a blessing claimed
beyond realm of soul
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Beautiful Poem
Hello Frans,
The loveliness of your poem equals the beautiful background. So uplifting are your words this morning. Always a pleasure to stop by and read your writes. Hugs and Smiles. Take care.
Peace and Grace,
Sandy
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Thank you Sandy
Nice of you to stop by, and thanks for the 'picture' message. Frans
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Excuse me saying
this, you talk sense. One of the reasons I love nature is the learning one derives from it. Before humankind, nature was- that should say something. Again, thanks for the read and comments. Frans -
Through the jumble of man-made ignorance, signs are shown to us, making us aware that nature continuously communicates with us. Nothing it does, is without meaning. One time, one place we may understand the language it is using. But already now we sense it will not leave us in a world that shouts when it should be silent, that, in trying to be clever merely accents its ignorance. We will persist in searching for those signs. Take care.
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