“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.”
–Bern Williams
Poetry comes into motion
When the window into your garden
Floods your mind with melodious sounds
And scents of flowers tickle your nose
Everything is blooming, even your thoughts
As you quickly jot them on paper
Words cajoling to delight your emotions
Poetry in motion.
“Spring is God’s way of saying, ‘One More Time!”
–Robert Orben
A Bing Image
This is such a lovely message of hope for peace so needed today, thank you, Isabella.
Your peace is not in pieces
It is a calmness that forever pleases
Your garment of stillness is a quilt of gratitude
A praise that is an attitude
You are immaculate beyond comprehension,
and did I mention without pretension
My Love you are the truth and the root of my existence&
peace without resistance
Dear Isabella, You brighten my first post for March, Merci beaucoup!
I saw the pearls in your hand
The ones that cover the sand
In you I took cover
Until it was over
You protected me from the intruder
That could not be any ruder
With rivers of love on your face
You released me from my maze&
When I drank your tears
You conquered all fears
Amazing, your image perfectly reverberates your tender friendship poem, Thank you for this burst of color.
True friends
Send flowers
without a reason.
They call unexpectedly
Just to check in..
True friends
Hug without touching.
Love without motives.
They show up to help
Popping in on a whim
True friends
Lend shoulders to lean on.
They always seem to know
How to bring joy to a friend
Just because , they can.
We see these treasures alike, so I must re-blog them here, thanks Daryl.
Field of Dreams Painting by Ron Finch
Cherish our treasure
The world tries to destroy
The Word from our God
We’re created for joy
A choice every moment
Of our attitude
Which way will we choose
Fear or gratitude
Joy of the gift
The world cannot give
The peace of our Lord
To eternally live
Don’t let the world shame you
Forgiveness, embrace
Our joy to receive
His unending grace
You are My beloved
This truth to hold dear
Bring joy to the world
Through His treasures to share
Such gorgeous roses to give out in February alongside your special poem, which I wish to re-blog here, Merci! Isabella.
Peace I have been told
Is about to unfold
Peace of untold proportions
Peace without distortions
Silence without a void
Sound without a noise
In its richness you are found
Safe and sound
A fullness is complete
&words are obsolete
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