Sometimes, morning comes
shrouded with mist
of a million dew drops falling
heavy upon the wings
that only wish to fly.
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Then there are those mornings
when the sun shines golden
bathing the world in jewel tones
spraying stars on the ground
to greet the unhurried steps.
Who’s to say what a new day brings
when in a heartbeat
laughter can die down to tears, or
mourning gives way to dancing
The world turns
turning as its Maker willed
and everything passes
into His Hands.
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Lovely…
and the last verse…perfection…
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“The world turns
turning as its Maker willed
and everything passes
into His Hands.”
Peace
Siggi
Thanks, Siggi. 🙂 Your comment mean a lot to me especially since I was so unsure how this piece would turn out. I have been trying to put it together in the last week or so because I did not know how to write the last part. 🙂
Love this!
Thanks, Soletusknow. 🙂
It’s beautiful… I thought maybe you’d be interested but a fellow blogger that I know very well has started up a new ‘blog’ with another person and it is to showcase the work of writers or poetry and I guess other forms of writing but I thought of you … If you are interested you can read about it … the link to the site is http://wepoetsshowit.com/ Diane
Diane, thank you very much for coming by. Also, thank you very much for informing me about this group. I will definitely check it out and hopefully, participate in its activities. 🙂
Indeed yes. This is true. Well considered. Well written.
I’m truly awed by the image and words equally. Thanks for sharing this.