In hope tomorrow's arms will be a saving reservoir.................
Surely now the clouds are reaching up to angelic prayers For an alibi that will return their peaceful grace In hope tomorrow's arms will be a saving reservoir To reverse all the battles fought in this place
The layers of heaven remember echoes of glorious love In streaming colors which cannot be erased Even as clouds were weeping with every heartbeat For precious moments not to be replaced
If reaching clouds peered inside the golden rays of sun For sweet words to warm tomorrow's hours Would hearts made of stone awaken beating soft To taste peaceful dew of grace as flowers
Surely now the clouds are reaching up in appreciation For sanctuary found in the arms of reprieve Perhaps if we too reach inside golden rays of sun This coldness in our hearts, would leave
Didn't know what else to do today but write.........we couldn't read each other. I missed everyone! I actually found this picture AFTER I wrote the poem, some things are just meant to be.
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"Surely now the clouds are reaching up in appreciation For santuary found in the arms of reprieve Perhaps if we too reach inside golden rays of sun This coldness in our hearts, would leave." Your words in this piece enfold my spirit and comfort me in a way that defies description.
"would hearts made of stone awaken beating soft to taste peaceful dew of grace as flowers" love this line. It makes me think of a cold heart slowly coming around to appreciate grace
"If reaching clouds peered inside the golden rays of sun
For sweet words to warm tomorrow's hours
Would hearts made of stone awaken beating soft
To taste peaceful dew of grace as flowers" A delicate write with blatantly wonderful imagery
I love when I find a picture after a poem and it all fits - I always look for a picture after in case it biases the write LOL! great poem here Neva - "for sanctuary found in the arms of reprieve" - the sun - the coldness - nice!
It is a very beautiful piece Neva. I love the last stanza. It does fit perfectly the picture with the poem. And yes I am a few days behind in my reading. xo : )
"If reaching clouds peered inside the golden rays of sun
For sweet words to warm tomorrow's hours
Would hearts made of stone awaken beating soft
To taste peaceful dew of grace as flowers" Gorgeous write, Delicious read!
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