my path is still growing grass
my hope still grows green
each rock, my bane, my sorrow
the pit of things unseen
when the greater darkness comes
home is oak or pine
You God are my velvet cloak,
my whispered hope,divine
smoking, my fire flames much brighter
thus awaits its end
one step into tomorrow
a new road will begin
I've been camping here for days
fear, my step witholds
rabbits, once chased, now outrun
there are no distant shoals
instead rivulets with waters white
beneath sunlight clear
the pebble in my shoe is gone
I know that You are near
for this my courage wells up
trembles still my hand
your staff, my strength, I borrow
I'm back where, I began
A contest entry
- journey... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended September 13, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How does this poem make youfeel, what do you see?
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very nice...
Indeed. Your very first line made me smile. But the relationship to the remainder of your write is assured. This is a splendid piece and I want to congradulate your HM. Good work poet.
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Ah..I can see the soul with its expereinces and its knowledge about HIS presence around with HIS definite role to move us ..well thought..and well done...
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Beautiful write, everything was perfect....
Keep your pen flowing with ink that never fades...
Elm
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Rich Sis
but hang in there for I have yet to taste your chili. There must also be some time to talk and chat for hours.
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Pray for me my clock may have run out, tommorrow I begin my trek again
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