Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What power lies within the gaze
Of azure summer sky
What purity, a warm blue blaze
To draw the longing eye
From soft green fields of budding chance
To footprints in the dust
You tease the dreamer’s roving glance
With restless wanderlust
What taunting urges you bequeath
What envy you evoke
What mysteries you hide beneath
Your ever-changing cloak
But duty binds me to the soil
Where hope and harvest sings
I am a glad slave to my toil…
Besides, I have no wings
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Last night as I worked in my garden
the sky kept distracting me......
Truly an EVER-changing canvas!!!!!
When I consider the heavens, the work
of Thy fingers,......
What is man that you are mindful of him? Ps.8:3