Frail April snow, the blue smoke of old moods,
And filigree of nailprints on the mind,
A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams,
That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring.
Previously published in my book, 'The Colors Cry In Rain'.
Apollo Books, Inc.
This is subtle and graceful. Though I am not enamored of religion, I find the very words 'sacrificial redemtion' evocative on a visceral level.
How in four lines you have brought a world of ideas? Your imagination is very much high and colorful indeed!
dear sandra, you should try japanese short forms things like haiku, and tanka as you have a soul for those genres.
Beyond the pain there is a true message of love for all Beautifully written Love duncan X
A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams, That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring. So wonderful!
Beautiful title to poem and book, write exquisite - your touch - gentle compassion
You drew me right into the mood of frail April and the beauty of the imagery of it all. Simply splendid work. 10 Karin Anderson
jesus...... your blood will not sleep until judgement day.........
If I ever preach again on Easter, I pray you will grant me the boon of using the last line of this poem in the church bulletin that would probably be involved. Elegant and fresh. You always have a gift for me when I can find the courage to pause and refresh for a moment. Bill Grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely thought a lovely lovely feeling so sure certain faith guides us all to that place of pure peace a fine poem