Thankfulness
Who can object
Who can oppose
thoughts obey
The disciples reflections
The sun rises
creation awakes
anticipating the day
speaking forth
Father's truth
in plain sight
of his creatures
Morning air
flows through
waking the seminal senses
Eyelids ascend
skin meets skin
eyes behold dancing dust
on golden rays
Moment by Moment
Father's watchful eyes
gaze on
the overjoyed disciple
The disciple reflects
turning the faucet
cool water streams
through slender fingers
The disciple possesses everything
yet possesses nothing
clutching lightly to life
Which is his and is not
The disciple's way
guided by the Father's light
falls not into darkness
but joy flowing
from the heart of his reflections
Thankfulness relentlessly floods
every inch, every fiber
of the disciple
The disciple delights
in whispering wind
wafting over skin
Overwhelmed by all
The disciple is thankful
To his Creator
This is a wonderful poem with many soulful lines. The fewer the words in each line, the greater the difficulty. But the difficulty paid off - I'm blessed.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much David. It is greatly appreciated!
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