Leaves sway and play
In the wind,
Clouds seem to bow and pray
All across the sky ever again.
Birds fly so high
With nary a care,
Butterflys wraped in buoyant beauty
Never to worry, for what they might wear.
- So why am I
(such a simple man, at the fringes of Gods plan)
Afraid to live, and to die?
Dare I, in fear, to presume
God would love the beauty of each flower
And not notice my own heart in bloom?
Nay.
For God does know and does see all,
Perhaps allowing now and again
A slight trip, but never into eternal deaths final hand
Will He let me fall.
poet's faith in God and his safety in His hands amply narratted. great write.
Smoky, so, so beautiful your writing gives us self assurance that God will never let us down and we don't have to fear death. Thanks for such a great poem. Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very soothing and beautiful poem Smoky.