Still - The Shine

This poem was written by my mother and is one of the few that survived many years of moving from one place to another. Just thought I'd make a place for it in history. (Thanks Mom, and I love you.)

Someone asked me who God was

And where, and how, and why.

I gently folded me in thought

And felt the stillness of the sky.

Then I walked the shore at sunset,

Near the waves and power's roar

I let the thunder deep in me

And still I longed for more.

At dusk, I found me on a hill

I noted moon and stars.

Such a wonder is the heavens,

Those twinkling lights, afar.

I knelt upon a grassy knoll,

Reached out my arms so wide

To understand a little more.

Why do they question, "Why?"

Who and where, and why God is?

Why grudge a slower walk?

For I've noticed that it shattered, not,

Determined souls of mind.

Deep in love's eyes,

 still,

the shine!

Author: Gloria LaVerne "Sanders" Thurmond

Written about 1970.

Also Published in: "The Sounds of Poetry"

April/May 1987 addition.