Albert Price Poems
|81.||Hope Of The Magi||12/15/2014|
|82.||Human Life Arranged By The Apostle Peter||6/21/2015|
|83.||A Canvas Of Snow||1/26/2016|
|84.||No One Is Unimportant||4/23/2016|
|85.||My Hope Is A Sturdy And Trustworthy Anchor||9/19/2016|
|89.||Great Women - Young And Old||4/19/2010|
|90.||Ode To The Poinsettia||10/10/2012|
|91.||The Hand (A Mechanical Genius)||8/3/2012|
|93.||Ballade Of Mature Beauty||6/11/2009|
|94.||Albert's Dry Bones||1/29/2010|
|95.||Let The Bad Girl Win Now And Then||6/23/2013|
|96.||An Ode To Mother||3/11/2011|
|97.||Metro Carpet Ride||9/28/2015|
|98.||Ode To Mrs. Obama||11/6/2013|
|99.||When Nature Resounds||6/11/2009|
When Nature Resounds
God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.
A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.
In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;
Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.
The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,
Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.
The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust
Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.
The golden warmth of an early morning sun
Brings to mind visions of still unseen dreams
Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til ...
Under a splendid sky of orange and grey,
Awakened a dawn as lovely as the foremost day,
And there beneath the rainbow and blueberry hills,
More beautiful than a proud peacock’s quills,
A place called Eden with endless delights,
A lush garden by day with Arcadian nights.
The Creator is the only sovereign in this land,
On every hill and valley, you can see God’s hand.