The Magic Poem by Rebecca Navarre
The Magic
The unfolding of a thistle. The
unraveling of a vine. The dew drops
that fall, glisten and shine. The
depth in the song, of the moving of
the pines. A little birdie sings,
with all it's heart in mind. Stop
and listen to nature, speak of time.
Let God open our hearts, and the
magic find.
Yes Nature is Magic And so are the poems, Rebecca writes, . Another sweet beauty That soothes the mind And thrills the heart.
Thank you! .. Dear Sandra, I've always been so honored by your beautifully kind replies! .. With such ever beauty and might, hearts you truly light, with the words you write! .. Can't thank you enough! .. May God you bless in ever so many ways! .. :)
Thank you! .. Kostas, For such a beautifully kind reply! .. Your poetry is beautifully powerful and deep, ever so moving, it flows and speaks! .. Thank you ever so much! .. God bless! ..
You've expressed my belief in magic inhabiting things around us, familiar things, accessible things, things we happily share in poetry and LIFE with all the others. Thou make me a believer in this magic, Rebecca.
Thank you! .. Daniel, For such a beautifully heartwarming and kind reply! .. Your poetry is painted with powerful and beautiful strokes, that brings to view the words you wrote! .. Thank you ever so much! .. God bless! ..
God always opens our hearts and beauty of joy given by him motivates mind. An interesting poem is excellently penned.10
Thank you! .. Kumarmani, Always honored by your beautifully thoughtful and kind replies! .. Your poetry holds such beauty and depth, with such heart and sentiment, words to cherish and be kept! .. Thank you ever so much! .. God bless! ..
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Your poem discovers the magic around us - that lie in small things- and so beautiful. The depth in the song, of the moving of the pines. A little birdie sings, with all it's heart in mind. Stop and listen to nature, speak of time
Thank you! .. Bharati, For such a very beautiful and kind reply! .. I look forward to visiting your poetry page! .. Thank you ever so much! .. Ever so many blessings! ..