Morning Grace

A busy universal noise
plays all through the galaxy
I spend half the night stargazing
looking back to endless time.

But, it’s not only in our dreams
we peek into other worlds
Here upon this earth
brand new miracles occur
in parts of life we never
take time to see

So many different worlds on this living planet
and, morning’s golden grace arrives.

~*~

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Shared with Carry on Tuesday #158 Only in our Dreams
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Waiting for God

Artwork of Alison Jardine (Duality)

WAITING FOR GOD

Softly, softly, softly
I love to live my love
without waves which toss and spin
but, create such cosmic ripples
that grow in ever increasing circles
around anothers heart, with light-strings
to pull them safe and willing
into mine.

Halfway to Heaven
yet all the steps remain
and still so far to go.

Turn
and turn
and turn again

No aspect stays the same

Arid petals fell from the
roses of hope she carried
lost in ever cooling waters
below.

Sometimes we are the child in fear

When guiding lights obscured
by fearful clouds of doubt
and, no peace can be found
in the place that it was

I wonder if we are all
simply

Waiting for God.

~~**~~

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I think I was trying to say that sometimes we wait for God for answers, instead of looking to find the solution ourselves. This is a whole mixed bag of emotions. The painting makes me think of dark and light strands of cosmic light/energy.

Shared at One Stop Poetry (Friday Poetically)
Using the beautiful artwork of Alison Jardine