She aches to know happiness
as troubling tides arise
and I bet she will one day
to her prayerful surprise.
Happiness shows its bloom
in forms returning again.
Not only in the opening rose
but in the softness of the rain.
Those little waves stumbling
thru the soul with delight
actually reaching the spot
are blooms on a starry night.
Sadness will be gathered
called out by its very name.
In the mirror of life
most reflections are the same.
We look past details
craving for what's brand new.
Often times missing so much
letting happiness pass right thru.
Have you ever looked;
keenly viewing the starry skies.
Might they be from God's face
you're seeing twinkles from his eyes.
Wipe those frowns from your face
take a hard look at what you've got.
The Nightingale, chanting divinely!
Certainly, every rose reaching the spot.
Del Cano 2005 Sept
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Good evening......I love this poem. I liked the part which read "Not only in the opening rose
but in the softness of the rain.
That line is beautiful.........
I also like the part which reads "Those little waves stumbling
thru the soul with delight
actually reaching the spot
are blooms on a starry night.
This is amazing......
This is beautiful Spencer, one of my favorites. I like the part where you wrote the twinkles of the stars are Gods sparkles from his eyes. I use to think that the cresent moon was Gods thumbnail.
Peace to you...
Renee' at
Thank you all very much.
Spencer
a true friendship prayer if i've ever read one, dear spence ... this is gorgeous ... may she cherish your words of friendship forever and a time ...
*hugs*
sue
wipe those frowns from my face
take a hard look at what i've got
If I would do that more often I would be a better person.
Love this poem Myke
wipe those frowns from my face
take a hard look at what i've got
If I would do that more often I would be a better person.
Love this poem Myke
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