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


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.

10 thoughts on “Abundance

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

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