Last Lifetimes

Last Lifetimes

A Poem by Nate Flying Owl

The wind tastes the marrow of my bones
Jehovah's movements become evident
Through the leaves of each tree I encounter
And moments can last lifetimes when I pause
To listen for the song quietly sung
By the branches seeking to comfort my soul
What better Elysium can there be?

© 2014 Nate Flying Owl


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Not only do I love this for it's beauty and elegance but I particularly love the use of God's name.

This is the best thing I have read for some time.

I wish you peace.

Moomin


Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on September 17, 2014
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