I sit upon this rock,
and stare up at the sky,
with brilliance the stars shine,
to recreate would be meaningless to try.
The trees shake above me,
the night entails such things,
they sneak about, hunting and hiding,
and through the world their cries ring.
I am blinded,
yet I can see better than before,
the world surrounding me is great,
but the adventure has greater in store.
God's voice booms through the darkness,
he made everything such light,
he laid his hand upon me,
that's what makes darkness so bright.
Amber wow! ! ! I imagine you hear this often, your insight, imagery, depth, and clear talent as a true poet, ring loud and clear, and wise beyond your years. I really like this poem. I will be reading your work as long as you continue to write, which I want to encourage you to keep writing, for yourself and us. Thank you for this beautiful write. Rick
Great lines in this poem with a stellar ending! Good work. I enjoyed reading this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Rick. I appreciate your praise.