Treasure Island



The God in heaven
The God in you
I see him a clear blue
As you sleep warm
in my arms
And wriggle around your charms
Clasping your soft
tiny fingers
surrounding my neck.
On my cheek
You hissing soft breath
Of curdled milk and honey
Look ing up the stars and moon
And counting the thousand blessings
And see God come to me
In every single bit of you

7th Sept.2010

Submitted: Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, September 07, 2010

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  • Ken E Hall (8/20/2013 5:45:00 PM)

    Baby face there is no better to place to find God as shown in this heavenly poem... regards (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/16/2012 12:59:00 PM)

    All night your moth-breath
    flickers among the flat pink roses.I wake to listen:
    a far sea moves in my ear.
    One cry and i stumble from bed, cow heavy and floral
    in my victorian night-gown.
    your mouth opens clean as a cat's...


    a mother's love in all its depths.... (Report) Reply

  • Blue Eyes (9/7/2010 9:43:00 AM)

    I really loved this poem and as i understood it is directed to ur son.thx for these warm emotions u have shared with the rest of us. (Report) Reply

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