From the highest mountain peaks
Moon’s pale and gentle beams
Like guiding legs of life
Alight in shadows
Up-lifting treasured
Mortal souls
Cradling each softly
In tears of His Love
Comforted with
Winter’s purest feathers
Fluttering overhead on
Wind’s sweet breath
Sending those
Goose-bumped arms of love
To carry an unfathomable
Goodness upward to
Our Father’s ever-lasting love
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
~ September 6,2006)
Prayers rise from hearts so true....how gentlely you have shown their rising to the Father.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesomely beautiful poem, Debora!