the new times

the old me, hardened and cynical. the new me. reborn in Jesus

"O hardened heart!" cries the stone,
Alas, failing beauty, the flowers bemoan.
Green to brown, grasses sad fanfare,
Breeze entwined in thistle, cool respite rare.

For man alone awaits those days -
"The new times, better times", he vacantly prays.
Impatiently wringing, hands gnarly worn.
Overtly succumbed, contrived and forlorn.

New softening light eases the stone's point of view.
Layered fragrance for a flower so sweet and new.
Brown to green, the grasses joyfully rave,
Breeze envelops the thistle to a blissful new wave.

For man among men sees this day,
With dove and cross, O death's dismay.
Dreamily gazing at time beyond,
The grass, the flower, the stone shall bond.

Reviews

[Kai Rollins]

Hope you won't mind my saying but...damn. That was lovely and times reborn give new life to writing. Thank you for this

[Rick Stassi]

Thank you so much. Writing is so personally gratifiying. When it is enjoyed by another, even more gratifying...

[Sami Khalil]

A good poem Rick. Well written and beautiful...:).....................

[Rick Stassi]

Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)................

[Saddam]

Brown to green, the grasses joyfully rave,
Breeze envelops the thistle to a blissful new wave.

It is like words of HOLI..... Great poetry dear friend...Multicolored poetry.

[Rick Stassi]

Thank you so much. Much appreciated review.

[A. Amos]

Amen this was beautiful and full of wisdom

[Rick Stassi]

I always appreciate your reviews. I know you understand. God bless you always!

[A. Amos]

So do you my brother..you're most welcome