Suggests return, repent, attune, good – 'To create
a little flower is the labour of ages' William Blake
Habits
I smack
the same ball
at the same wall.
Numbskull!
My version
of what’s in front
is a blinkered person
marching, drunk.
I’m a disgrace:
today I caught
a grayling fish,
lost my rainbow trout.
Apart from this,
I do exist;
remembering
a little bliss.
Turn
Somewhat like an old sunflower
I conned a bee the livelong day
and dark the night and tossed was i,
tossed and bowed in empty heart,
battered by windstorm head to root;
humbled by the night, i become
a face-turn now towards the sun.
God's face in us is like a sunflower. It grows and sprouts in its own time...shining... warmly in us as His presence gives us promises of future overwatching and protection from him for our souls
ReplyDeleteBeutiful Poem John :)
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