Vagrant Child Poem by Bill Cantrell
Vagrant Child
Morning glory,
You move me so,
In a way I can't explain
You milk the dawn,
And rightly so,
From the love in the night,
You still remain
Oh vagrant child,
You orphaned child
In a humble field, you stake your claim
Your poetry goes unsurpassed,
Your short lived life,
Seems such a shame
Oh morning glory,
I look at you,
And I see a piece of my makers mind
Though other flowers,
Are planted by hand,
By spirit it is,
Your colors shine
I love when you are inspired....you write the best poetry. Having part of our maker's mind, this morning glory does shine! Wonderful to read!
Morning glory is the glory of God and this rightly motivates many of us. We feel morning and its movement. From the love of night to brightness of the day we proceed with great enthusiasm and profitable victory of nature we feel. This is an excellent poem very well penned...10
Beautifully said and done. You see your Maker's spirit reflected in this very humble flower, " not planted by hand" , rising above, the human touch. So moving and spiritually amazing, very far reaching and poetically perfect! Unforgettable.
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Breathtaking beauty, depth and heart this holds! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing! .. Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! .........................+++++