Two lips meet beneath spring
dancing in moon’s light
love is serenading
each day appears more bright
years pass, colors fade
hands once always clasped
feelings stored
in moth eaten past
Under pink blossoms
veiled in a mist
am I your joy
or prefer love desist
I can no more see
what you meant to say
in eyes that once told me
more than two lips conveyed
Sharing this Spring poem with Poets Pantry
Photography by Moondust Designs
What shelf is broad enough
to place my burdens and my pains?
what jug deep, wide and stout
my tears won’t wash away?
Where can I lay my head
a little rest to gain?
your hand I reach for in the night
and beg you please to stay
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I wander in the shadows now
not sure what tomorrow brings
but this my cry into the night
I will not fail to sing
my voice no longer is in tune
(tho) you hear with no hindering
I smile because I know you care
you bear me on broad wings
This poem is written to encourage any of you who feel too weak to raise your head off the pillow of sorrow, loneliness or pain.
Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…
Psalm 37:7
On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
Psalm 62:7
Today – I’d like to share this with Poet’s Pantry and GodVerse.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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