Unmistakable FelicityA Poem by Emily ShaeSitting on a swing in the back yard Admiring the bright colors That are presumptuously looming Turning the once graceless scenery Into a wonderland of elegance Serenity and whimsical daydreams Taking the time to sit still and admire creation Realizing that I have undeniably ignored the desire to be out In the world taking in the beauty of His Majesty His artistic abilities Often busy with everyday life Forgetful; putting off taking time to stand in awe of the Wonders of the Cross But when I do take the time To get lost in the majesty surrounding me I am too speechless to speak Yet enamored by the One Who took the time to make every detail so superb That it demands my attention As I sit swinging rather clumsily I cannot help but close my eyes And let the sunshine creep up on my face Like Ivy does to a cute cottage in the country side Fluttering lazily about The wind sends a calming shiver down my spine-almost Almost as if it were a comforting hug A greeting from the One Most High I feel translucent in the presence of the Son It's as if He were the sun's rays lighting up my face Making it glow cherry red The wind on my skin reminding me Of the sensational ability to feel, imagine and hope Maybe it's just me But as I continue to swing Hoping not to topple backwards Life beckons me to take in The pleasurable beauties of what our God and King can do And did in seven days While humbled at the spectacle before my eyes The calm serenity of a lackadaisical afternoon I am left molded to my swing As the joys of the wonderfully whimsical afternoon Leaves constituted within me a chipper disposition that If not carefully watched May playfully bubble over with unmistakable felicity © 2011 Emily Shae |
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Added on September 6, 2011 Last Updated on September 17, 2011 AuthorEmily ShaeCottontown, TNAboutI love to be artistic in my writing, sewing, and embroidery. I am a Martial Artist, a re-enactor, and an overall funny-dud. I am in a relationship with my personal Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ who is.. more..Writing
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