seasonedA Poem by Mauricio MontoyalifeSeasoned Sometimes, Time will encase those things that will never change. As clouds expand to spread their tears, So the sun can bring fourth another day. I've reminisce these days like a stillborn seed, So it won't, ever grow. Only to find when night falls, All that’s left, Is for me to rest my soul. Oceans waves’ crash against the cliffs, While the moonlight breaks through the mist. I toss and turn a dreary me, awoke, from a dream of a sweet less night. Now that the fog has settled, should I ponder what lies in wait? Or place my life and trust in God, as my guiding light. Many trees stand stern from the gust of mighty winds. Rivers flow down stream upon arriving to an open sea. As eagles soar through the vast sky in abundant air. These are the things The Lord has placed Around me. Just as the stars above are light years away. I am no more near to thee, so I pray. I marvel at what lies before me. As a gift of life, for all to see. Amen by Mauricio Montoya
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Added on August 21, 2010Last Updated on November 29, 2010 AuthorMauricio Montoyaoakland, CAAboutLove to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..Writing
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