Lisa Nickle Poems
- On Faith The woman draws SUNFLOWERS in the vain belief it ...
- Stolen Hearts It is a perfectly painless process, having ...
- Love's Perfection Oh to see myself as in the portal of your ...
- I Make Love... I make love... No I am incapable of such a ...
- Not In Vain Not in vain do I with racing heart and ...
- Sunday Morning I am a tangle of hair drunk on sleep limbs ...
- I Am A Battlefield Little and yet all I know of war amounts ...
Born into circumstance little different than others, I have a mother and father, a sister. I conquered childhood with stick swords and lined paper wide enough for well practiced script. I was the smiling girl in high school with wide hips and terrible fashion sense, writing in a spiral school book in every spare second. I once favored pencil over pen, perhaps afraid of my own voice, but as I grew ... more »
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The woman draws SUNFLOWERS
in the vain belief
it will draw her closer to the Son.
That something in their nature
could inspire her to have faith.
But these flowers follow so blindly
this body giving them life.
How could THEY
not dare to question why
all things depend on one such thing?
Many would call this foolish
Perhaps, some would chime in ‘bold’
and yet here she is
pen to paper praying
for divine deliverance
from blind submission.
Yet there she has it
at the tip of her quill.
Her faith is not blind at all
by an ...