God's gift
Flecks of luscious pink and golden orange masquerade the evening sky, glowing brilliantly against the dark clouds rolling in the distance. God’s great hand bears a gift to the weary on-lookers, the gift of an open heart and mind, take each breath as if it where your last, make each heartbeat count,let go of the hurt and strife, for the hand that bears the gift is visible only to those who are looking.
cliftondurant commented on God's gift
10-06-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| God's gift | 1 | 10/06/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
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| my home | 2 | 07/30/2009 |
| beauty in the eye of the beholder | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
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| my love for you | 1 | 07/29/2009 |
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