Treasure ChestA Poem by Kathy Van KurinParty of joy within Birdsong and tree life's setting in Spring and I was allowed a seat.
Back-lit, blending- surrounding,
drifting; Cottonwood seed puffs, in air,
through marshlands flicker. They play copy- cat, snow fluffs
caper. April is turning transitional
song; Soft raspberry sun dress weather. My eyes rise at your waves of
cresting new flurries; Cotton crystals caught blazing. Strata trees depth, many bird-
canopy-calliopes, Carry musical tones, sounding
like water jewel piccolos. Feathered air crafts, balanced
wings spread; Aerodynamic tail tillers domain. Air grace parlays- trapeze innovators;
humbled at your door step I wait. Imagine and wonder, your ability
to fly. Wish- dream -yearn; tethered
moorings are loosening at the seams. Each thread has become vanquished,
fraying. These symbols’ haunt consciousness;
awake, vision or dreaming? Through reflective reversal’s
screen; my understanding stops. I fear I am missing strength’s potent
truths as I bask in these inner glory tears. From edge’s angle to faraway note, Understanding is known and felt
perception. Inner treasure chest, each
shimmering sweet barb calls. What is the key? Who is to claim
it? Queries the question: Does this
yearning point to a clue? This treasure Chest of who I
really am lives still: For it is given from My savior and creator; the Lord Jesus Christ; -The clue and the key. © 2019 Kathy Van KurinAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKathy Van KurinORAboutEverything in and about me has become materiel to ponder, analyze and find meaning and beauty. This life journey is all about revealing lessons many times hidden until dug up and planted then finding .. more..Writing
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