Soft, gentle zephyrs stroke the ripening corn,
Like rhythmic, dancing wavelets on the lake,
A skylark serenades still, peaceful morn,
Invoking all and sundry to awake;
Light, measured footfalls early rambler sounds
Append the purring of a turtle dove,
Though none of these, in any way, confounds
The master songster, soaring up above;
Angelic aspects of each gifted day
Present, untried, to all discerning hearts,
Let none such generosity betray,
Lest from this earth he fruitlessly departs;
Since Nature paints a picture so divine,
Pray, may I not such graciousness decline!
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Ebullient crowds bedecked the way with palms,
Their expectations echoed far and wide,
No indication of prospective qualms
As they extolled your meek, majestic ride;
Where were your mother and your closest friends?
Had you not warned them of the risks ahead?
Perchance, they questioned not your selfless ends,
Perceiving your reflecting little dread;
Into each life there comes a day like this,
More often unannounced though not sans fear,
Staring into dark, bottomless abyss,
Who would have thought redemption to be near?
So dark can be the night before the dawn,
Yet, from such emptiness new life is born!
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Tagged care, crowds, darkness, dawn, fear, life, love, mother, palm sunday, redemption
Hopeful, open hearts
With pregnant opportunities!
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Tagged dawn, flowers, hearts, hope, life, opportunities, people
Daylight hours lengthen,
Nocturnal ambles ending….
Open windows wide,
Hear the dulcet dawn chorus,
Hail the early rising sun!
© Meanderings 2016
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Tagged amblers, beauty, care, dawn, hope, joys, life, magnolia, people, smiles
Thoughts of yester year’s delight
In our childhood dawn,
Fade with fast approaching night,
As to age we fawn,
Can leave us woebegone!
© Meanderings 2015