Do I wash up on the seashore,
To be kissed by the fiery sun?
For that’s what I sometimes feel like,
When my day is done.
And will I rise up to meet you,
Like a vapor that rises in air?
If my thoughts happen to find you,
Will you then meet with me there?
And if my thoughts rise like dew droplets
Strata upon strata they shine-
Will they appear like a rainbow,
With illumination divine?
If I rest in a quiet corner
With my hands folded nigh
On my breast,
Will you then stroke my dear forehead
And comfort in spite of protest?
In the quiet
Can I be like a moonbeam?
And travel through space and through time?
Can I touch gentle people-their faces
Reflections, of Your light sublime?
Tender hearts crocheted all together;
Knit like a sweater, so fine.
Function and purpose; One Body
And many colors combined.
And if I search in right places
And I mine and I dig and I dig;
Will you hold my hand beside you,
As together- we dance a good jig?
And if then we rise light, together
And come down in a place all green-blue…
Will you sit right here beside me,
My heart an echo of you?
I love the softness of your thoughts. They are comforting like eating a home cooked meal with the family; no agenda, no worries, no pain. Thanks so much for your insightful poetry.ReplyDelete
"And if my thoughts rise like dew droplets" - what gorgeous imagery, lg. Throughout the poem a tender thoughtfulness...just lovely.ReplyDelete
I think you might be like a moonbeam, lg. This was lovely.ReplyDelete
Pastor Keith~ Thank you. (and hug)ReplyDelete
Talon~ So glad that you like that line; this is a romantic poem (for me.) :)
Lynn~ What a sweet compliment; it 'takes one moonbeam to know another' dear one!
Talon~ I have a scientific background so I often think about how the dew (or rain) rises up to meet the clouds/heavens with the warming of the sun...kind of like our thoughts floating upward thenReplyDelete