As waters in wells deeply run
The hymn in my heart You sing
Snap Your fingers-arise the Sun
To Thee for all you bring
In Your seeds are the hint
Of laurels and wreaths of season's eves
Of lilies blooming and the mint
And brisk swirl of autumn leaves
In the fire, earth and wind abide
As the gentle art in stone shall last
For in the trickle of the waters' ride
And like Lot's wife our salt shall pass
For as Autumn slays Summer's mist
In lacy flakes of Winter storm
By His hand and loving kiss
A new face to Spring is borne
And in the memories of the sweetest sleep
As each good day is done
Are His words to cherish and keep
Look forward-Rejoice! ! ! ! His Son
This is the first poem in my book ON MOONSTONES PEARLS AND CRYSTAL WINGS.I will always honor the Deity according to my beliefs.And over the years my interest in archaeology and cultural anthropology has broaden my view on how important it is to develope a personal understanding and connection with the universe and respect and tolerate the religious choice of each person I encounter.May we find the peace someday that begins with each of us.
Beautiful read and a beautiful tribute to the Creator and Creation. I like the way you weave all the seasons and nature's elements together to express your ideas. I especially like: For in the trickle of the waters' ride, and For as Autumn slays Summer's mist. Beautifully done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep. I like how you draw pictures for my mind to see. My heart feels what you express. That's good work. :) DC