Friday, June 13, 2014
Since I'll be at WRITE! Canada when this appears, I'm sharing a poem from my store of writings. Hope you enjoy it.
Get right into the mood of this-
Consider what are all the things,
That surely would bring me much bliss.
I sat back and put up my feet,
And started to stare into space,
Is bliss doing, being, seeing?
This question I surely must face.
So I sat there, really pondered
And slowly my thoughts came around.
To my mind there came a whisper
From my heart where such things are found.
To begin each day in quiet,
Listening for love sounds from God,
To step out on a fall morning
To smell pungent leaves and the sod.
See purple lined clouds in the sky,
To see dew kissed flowers and webs,
And catch them with camera’s eye,
To walk along sandy beaches
Find round pebbles of every hue,
To walk, ski, sit in the moonlight,
Feel peace and hushed quiet anew,
To catch the marvelous sweet scent
Of wood shavings or new-mown hay,
Taste a strawberry from the patch
Or a wild one found on the way,
To sit with canvas and brushes,
Then painting the beauty around,
To listen to birds insect, frogs,
As they each lend musical sound,
To sit at cottage’s lakeside,
And hear o’er the water, loon’s call,
To see the beautiful sunset
And the first star when comes night-fall,
To hold the hand of a loved one,
Behold a child’s eyes with love’s light,
To experience meeting of minds,
Bond with another in delight,
To face challenge inviting growth,
And draw on the depth of your soul,
To laugh at yourself, share a joke,
To reach an unreachable goal.
These, just a few that bring delight,
That in this life I’d hate to miss,
In truth, as I pondered it o’er,
Certainly they’re what I would call bliss.
But what is bliss, kept to oneself,
And hoarded in silence alone?
It’s true, that it can feed one’s soul
But share that bliss with another,
And worship your Maker on high,
Bring praise, exuberant thanksgiving
Let Him hear your awe-filled cry,
Your bliss may surprise, astound you,
As it’s multiplied, then abounds
Warmed in His beautiful presence,
You’ll stand there on God’s Holy ground.
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