Barren trees,
Muddied fields (with splotched patches of green),
and a cold, gray sky.
Raising my eyes heavenward
I wonder at my ability
To make such a mess of
Your Creation.
With upturned face,
Eyes closed,
and a whispered prayer,
Hope rises.
As light greets my opening eyes
Thick, heavy snowflakes
Fall with grace
To cover over this dead, wintry soul.
Before me lies a new scene—Elegant, snow-covered trees,
A pure, white blanket,
and a bright, clear sky.
Raising my eyes heavenward
I wonder at Your ability
To make such beauty in
Your Creation.
And with gratitude and love,
I walk forward in grace
Leaving only footprints in the snow.
7 comments:
I like this a lot! But then again, I often like your poetry. :)
This is so amazing Kristen, a'lot to think about too. I love it when you share your poems on here! Thanks again!
Hello, I came across your blog by clicking next from my blog and love your poem here....Interesting. Come by and visit anytime!
I love your poem.thank for sharing.
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Your poem is amazing. You have a gift! I just started a blog for my writing if you would ever want to check it out and give me advice that would be awesome. It's bethanyannepoetry.blogspot.com
Very nice poem! Keep sharing!
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Great! this is definitely amazing. .love it=)
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