I am wrapped in abundance,
Like corduroy cloaks
Of seasonal sensations.
Brown, gold, red, orange,
Cascade from blue
And autumn wrenched branches.
A maelstrom of glory
YOUR GLORY
Swirls around me.
Comfort in consistency.
Powerful, predictable
To know this pulse of peace.
Next season will arrive at
Your stroke of the clock.
And winter will hustle
The year away.
My little world
Swirls around me
In cacophony of curiosity.
I only know
I trust only
The predictable peace
That you afford.
Whether blinded sun hides today,
Glory yet, for it blooms this morn.
Whether blinded by uncertainty,
Joy yet, this morn.
Glory. Peace.
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Love it – full of hope and serenity!
Beautiful write. I like this one!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/treasure/
Nice.
And winter will hustle
The year away
.
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In cacophony of curiosity.
Yes, quite nice 🙂
hopeful.
Thanks for sharing.
Love the hopeful approach! 🙂
I love the thought of being wrapped in abundance. Thank you for this wonderful write — feels good 🙂
Mostly, I despise religious poetry, because mostly, it is full of passion and sentiment and deep-seated feelings, but not very good imagery or phrasing. This, on the other hand, is very good imagery. Thank you!
Love the colours and the seasons…very nice.
I like the lines
I am wrapped in abundance,
Like corduroy cloaks
consistency, cyclic clockwork…theistic.
a paean to the ‘grand design’ of things, to its Maker.
thanks for sharing.
Delightful. I love the first stanza. Good job.
William