Marigolds

Marigolds,marigolds
Yellow and bright
Strewn across the veil of night
Her gaze falls upon
A distant moon
But sees only Him
God is here, God is there
Everywhere
Dwelling in her heart
A quiet sigh
A whispered...
Alas!
She sees Him in her mind's eye
She feels His embrace
Though far, far from Him
She is

Reviews

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, Moonflower :)

[Moonflower]

This was simple yet lovely and poetic, like an awakening of the soul. I love the title. Great write.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Or parts of India..I should say as I'm not sure :P

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, Emily :)
That gladdens me, indeed...
They're quite strong yet sweet-smelling, aren't they?
It's interesting that for such cheerfully coloured things...they are traditionally used for funerals in India :) I am not sure about the rest of the world..but I don't think

[Emily B]

the title drew me in, I imagined the smell of the flower before I ever read a word . . . such a pungent little ball of yellow, got me thinking . . .

wonderful poetry

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You both :) I am glad You liked it :)
Yes, indeed, Craig,His presence definitely does bring comfort and strength to get through the next day...
:) Very wise words, Corey...

[An owl on the moon]

There is a wondrous, deep beauty in your words.. Soft like a song, the music of the night plays through, and God's presence brings a comfort.. even in the distance.. Beautiful...

[Crowley]

I really liked the tone and pace of this and the opening line was awesome. I don't think you are as far from Him as you think, whatever Him is. You cant be far, look in the mirror...their He is.