There is a place
That speaks of Kings
Sharp sickles
&
Threshing floors
*
And we
The fallen..
Blooms
&
Fragile limbs
Who once flourished
In the finest season
Bleed
A Potpourri of dried tears
An aching void
*
And He
Of Promised rain
Who parts the mist
&
Shadows gleam..
Mocking sadness
Fades
Like darkest dreams
*
And so
Is the story
Spoken of hidden realms
Of Kings and vessels
With sharp sickles
*
Indeed,
Mercy abounds
Where sympathy
&
Affection sprout
From fertile hearts
&
Threshing floors~
Inspiration from a devotional (I think Cowman)
Posted in the Wintertime last year ?
Inspiration from a devotional (I think Cowman)
Posted in the Wintertime last year ?
6 comments:
That's a pretty cool purple header! What a poem, at once very dark and hopeful!! And this Christmas song on your player goes very wll as the background music, the instrumentation is just a bit dark, sounding almost midevel.
If I understood correctly in English ,these are very sensitive words...
beautiful and i like the 3 kings music playing. i forgot to say last time i commented how much i like your header. i think it is stunning and love your persective shot
Thank God mercy abounds...a beautiful and spiritually moving poem Regina. I love the flow. Very deep!
I like your title "Where Mercy abounds".
And Indeed, mercy abounds, where sympathy &
Affection sprout..
Very "soft" and "clean" poem - like haiku!
Mmmm, love Your blog snow! Winter in Poland (yesterday)http://www.rzeszow4u.pl/aktualnosci/snieg-ciagle-pada---utrudnienia-na-drogach-w-regionie.html
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