Their voices shatter my window… my only window
crush seedlings gathered from seasons past…
GLASS MARKS THE SPOT
where they once sat
goblins hiss …constellations miss
gardening gloves rent
sky gardens of moon and stars and frosty Mars
grimace …
kicked in caverns…. my Jack o’ lantern face
is there no reflection of beauty for me
Glasses to shield the pain?
Hear oh heaven… a daughter fallen…
For I am…undone
Who am I to paint skies with memories of winter’s rain…iridescent sparklings , and leprechan harplings …rainbows beyond my reach?
There is no money to buy these things
AND I CANNOT SEE PAST MY PAIN…PRAY PAST MY PAIN
If hope were to speak for me what would she say? To come again another day? Like rain I am driven… far from her grace…Believing in heaven is Queen Anne’s Lace…gone… gone from my seasons… gone in haste…If faith is my salvation then all is waste
I bring nothing to you Sir Savior, Sir King,
If you are there you won’t hear me sing
Not lifted but beaten by angel’s wings
Who am I that you would hear me?
I. Have. Nothing. ….. i am nothing
“You who have no money, come buy and eat.”
But I cannot even lift my spoon…
Then I will feed you…
“…for behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth. The time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”
Can you feel it? Can you hear it? People of God…this… is ….your King… He will bring your spring… and you can put a ring on that…:)
“‘But what if I cannot even lift my spoon?’ ‘Then I will feed you.’ “:) 🙂
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This is well written, I really like this poem. You should write more! (:
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Oh!.. What a blessing u are … Thank u:)
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Your welcome! Keep up your awesome work!
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Lovely poem! 😍
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Thanks so much:)
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