Weston W. Rudel
A Fresh Spring Breeze - Poem by Weston W. Rudel
The warmth of the sunlight renews the deserving spirit
And is well accepted without asked for motivated invitation
For it is expected to once again be ready to enhance
As the earth warms to harmonize into the good feeling.
And then the grass becomes green and soon the withering of
The bygone winter is only a memory
For now the trees bud and flowers blossom
All under the sometimes changeable cloudy blue sky.
Now is the time to cleanse the ever beating heart
After giving well deserved thanks for the asked for courage
For now is to orchestrate the quickening of the step
Since the fruit is soon there to take after the pollen.
In the presence of the mostly unseen winged Angel's
Are we to perpetuate an asked for worthwhile goal
For all is in due respect to be ultimately deserving souls
Under the spell of the fresh spring breeze of the season.
With the nature's rhythm of all existence be
Comes the annual result of the fruit to bear
Shown that the end results come by from a wise spirit
Since the renewal came forth which is the Master's plan.
The Dove - A Masterpiece of Heaven During Creation ... you became the symbol of peace.
The smooth beautiful entity of tranquility of gentle ease.
After the cleansing affect of the flood ... Noah set you free to explore.
Time and time again ... to find land ... there had been no score.
And then one day ... you against the sky ... did not return.
It had been good ... after the thought of undying concern.
For then the flooding water began to slowly-subsequently subside.
After many days of the sea meeting the sky ... when for us to freshen the earth ... to once again reside.
We were blessed once agin ... later to be on this Dot of Blue.
As the reflection of the sky in the water ... made the earth into an interesting colored hue.
It had been shown ... the Spirit of the Holy Ghost prevailed for mankind.
In you gentle dove of peace and tranquility ... it is Grace ... to remain in the spirited human mind.
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