The flowers
Dance in the garden
To ensure that I’m happy
When I’m walking
In the summer sunlight
And dreaming of you.
My home
Is a library of poems
Pointing to God
And the arrival of kindness;
I breathe
Compassionate prayers
That lead me to love.
In the art museum,
I gather with
The congregation
Of the enlightened
Who seek
The beauty of the soul.
This life we live is shared,
We never have to remain alone and sad.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Surrounding yourself with artistry---
a good place to be!
A nice contentment felt here.
-
an art museum, a library and a garden of dancing flowers - must be Heaven.
-
this is one of the best poems i have read today, and i have read and commented on a lot. i realy like the positive smiles here.
Adding your comment:
