An Abundant Light Poem by Ernestine Northover

I like this. I always feel much happier when the clouds break and the sun's glorious rays shine unbroken once more. There are a couple of typing errors, though (should the second line read something like 'It's as if all the hells' own darkest shrouds'?) But it was a pleasure to read. Sincerely, David.

You are such a good reader of Nature's Bible. Susie.

Poem bursts and showers droplets of beauty one by one, rather like the overtaking of night by day that you portray here, Ernestine. Uplifting and soothing reading. With warmth, Gina.

The grandure of this is perfect. Loved it, want more! ! Scarlett

somehow to enter if only for awhile and then the terrible tidbits of this dim world fade and the Perfect Motion of Matter flowing and flowing enter enter if the heart opens gives itself to opening and the miracle here is the poem which allows that opening to experience awe wonder bliss.

A lovely spiritual piece here. I really enjoyed reading this. Andrew x

A vivid poem of love and faith in a turbulent world, Ernestine. The phrasing is some the best I've come across. Thank you so much for being on this site; we are all the more rich for it.

It is just as you say... Beautiful, Ernestine. Thank you! Esther

And you tell of this message of love so beautifully.God bless you Ernestine.You show us so much light through the darkest of clouds.Love Duncan

Thanks for the sonlight!