Bubbling stream in peaceful glen;
soaring bird – freedom its cry;
soft leaves whisper and rustle again;
dappled sunlight – gold from blue sky.
Snow-capped clouds embraced in blue;
rainbow flowers – wild and free;
majestic mountains with hazy hue;
busy buzzing – solitary bee.
Long grass bending on the breeze;
time-worn rock – forever there;
beauty of nature sent to please;
God’s bountiful gifts – everywhere.
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This sounds like a commentary for my drive home this weekend across MD and PA. I wept many times at the beauty surrounding me and the awe I felt in the presence of its Creator. Maybe it's my age, but I always think of freedom when I watch the soaring wings of a bird, as if they are beckoning us to join them. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing that personal experience with me, Melissa. It is written about a rural area in KwaZulu Natal, South Africa. I was fortunate enough to live in this place many years ago and tried to recapture the memory one day... Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteYour heart is one with nature. You are truly blessed to keep nature's beauty where you can still find it. God's gifts are everywhere. Thank you for sharing this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and commenting Dan. Yes, I carry memories of that place (Qudeni) in a very special place in my heart.
ReplyDeleteSuch beauty! and how wonderful that you were open and ready to see and honor what surrounded you!!
ReplyDeleteWrite on!
Hi Annie. Thanks for visiting. You could not but be aware of God in that isolation and beauty.
ReplyDeletefabulous work.
ReplyDeletekeep it coming.
Thanks for the encouragement Jingle. And thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.. I liked it...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Hi Shashi. Thanks for visiting. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Seems to me gloomy topics come easier to me than something about such beauty...
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