May Holds Her Breath

May Holds Her Breath

 

May holds her breath

 for every fragrant honor.

Our God speaks of heaven

 in His glorious spring.

Every newly hatched song bird,

 blossom and tree bouquet-

Speaks to glorious position

Prism upon prism, design upon design.

Great honor of love.

Our ability is God Almighty’s

 to shine-

Just like May days of planting

 

and bird nest graces.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I always love to see God & nature woven together like best friends & that's what you've done here expertly! I love the title, which drew me in becuz our springtime has been very sporadic this year. I love the way you use familiar descriptions of springtime that are crafted in an original way! Much spring sweetness & blessings to you, my friend (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Margie,
Yes, I really like this title too. It conveys the blessing of a May day full of promise which the day was full of when I wrote this one actually a couple years back.I hope that you are doing well and also finding joy in the day to day. I can imagine that weather is very dry where you are. You know what your friendly open heart is like a spring rain with rays of sun shining and shared with others. Thank you so much for that!
Kathy

[barleygirl]

One nice thing about our 10-year drought . . . don’t have to weedwhack but once a year every spring! *wink! wink!*

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Your so cute! Do whatcha can, that's what I say...I know that your area has it's own wonderful charm!

[Cheyanne Wheeler]

The way you wrote about the month of May definitely made me feel like it was a person and that was very creative. The only thing I do no like about this is the "and bird nest graces" at the end. Just doesn't make complete sense to me.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Thanks Ceyanne Wheeler. Yes May and every other month and season has it's own individual personality. The last line you referred to has to do with potential for life. Each nest, tiny to large takes work for the bird to create and each one is then mounted with mud and whatever branch or limb or whatever a bird can find to anchor it to a branch. The laying of the eggs are done and then the creature grows and brings it's own song and beauty.
Bless you,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

The words wonderful and true Kathy. We are blessed by the gift of nature. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Your welcome Coyote. I hope you are well and finding pleasure and inspiration in this springtime. It's been warmer here and of course rainy.

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm. Grandchildren loving the park and the lake. I enjoyed your work today.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Oh grandchildren. That is the icing on the cake as a parent. Bless you all.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Gods grace and beauty abound forever and always- wonderful words🌹

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Sometimes God's glory is just sitting in front of our eyes. Welcome dear spring!

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

It is omnipresent omnipotent everywhere and all around🌹

[Kathy Van Kurin]

AMEN! and AMEN!

[Kelly Scheppers]

There is nothing like the wonder of nature. I try to capture it in photography whenever I can, and the results always amaze me. Beautiful rendering, Kathy.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Your camera is your own window to inspire your heart. I can only imagine how much beauty you must have at your fingertips.