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.
A warmth and a hopeful feel to the final stanza caps off a soulful, prayerful write. Really like "Would hearts of stone awaken beating soft/To taste peaceful dew of grace as flowers". I would die a happy bear if I could see with your poetic vision for one day of my life, Neva.
This defies the idea of writer's block Neva. I sometimes do exactly as you appear to have done here ... opened your mind and got the words out. I particularly like the final stanza.
"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.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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