Deep Poetry for Wednesday, June 8, 2011

They say you're special; different; strange; That you're unable to understand - God's glory, power, love and might, And that He holds you in His Hand. Is this true, my little one? Can you not know God's only Son? Does He not live in your world too When you do what it is you do? You also cry, laugh, play and run Under God's moon and stars and sun. Living in your strange strange place Your real self hidden from your face. Yes, He loves you, angel child - He loves you when you're mild or wild. He... Sign in to see full entry.

A breeze, so sweet &soft It so gently rustles the trees Which sprout from a child's imagination Near the river...Is the best! Whimsical, yes! Unpredictable too... One sway away from a whirlwind One ripple away from a tidal wave Oh, Aquarian soul Will you meet with me &let's begin the work Not toil; I am the soil I am soft too, if you let me be gentle to you... I can heat you, feed you, &knead you into peace A reservoir, keeping all of your deepest treasures Your gold, your gems, your fleece...... Sign in to see full entry.