i searched till i found beauty,
in the simplest things....
in the hand of a friend,
a leaf blown by the wind,
in a blind dog's eyes,
in the cat curled close.
in the baby just born,
the old man's dying smile...
in difference, and in sameness.
in the lover's body,
in hands calloused and hard,
in moonlit nights,
and quiet conversations.
in long silent walks,
the meal simply prepared,
in the mother and the child.
in the twinkle in the homeless man's eyes,
as we shared a cup of coffee.
in thunderstorms, mountains,
and gliding hawks,
in the snail, the spider, and the ants.
in the trees that whisper,
and the dawn that shouts...
'hallelujah! i am yours! '
A made for Sunday poem, almost epistlesque with a sprinkling of beatitudeair...I like it...Think I'll go and light a candle after catching a few nods...So many things we have in our grasps to be thankful for...as you eloquently express here, and that I must concur with you on...Well Done ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a man with an unobstructed visions. To see what you see one must have the eyes of God.