Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Too Much Hope

I love dusk in winter
The sleepy sun paints the sky
Deep, delicious orange
Pale, exquisite purple
Green that's nearly white
Pink deeper than a blush

The fleeing daylight bursts
Saying a bold farewell to day
It beckons the dryads from slumber
A regal oak lifts its arms in praise
A humble maple leans protectively over passersby
A fair birch is twisted in an ancient dance

This is how I see the world
A poet's eyes see much and little
Where there's room for poetry, I see it all
So much in the universe is breathtaking
Wielding a sense of wonder and too much hope
I look for God, because He is in everything

(Friday, January 17, 2014)

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