| Honor Amid Poets II |
| There is honor amid poets True sunshine days fall upon our daily lives. Starlite dreams fill our souls. Oceans sand, priarie grasses, midnight rains are our weathered paths to poetic adventures. Always letting us know where we must go. Many desires and dreams begin as we write our natural poetry flow. Forever knowing its'our special place we so often go. High amid the Heavans a world of angels exist. Breathing in their air we are so it seems We live to write our heartsongs all the day and long into the night. We seek a differnt kind of vessel'd soul; one of purity and kindness. Believing in nestling anothers heart in the arms of Jesus Christ. We belong in all places all rivers and streams. High on the mountains snow our footprints are found. Along desert highways, oceans' sandy shores. These are the pathways we trod on to understand why. Seasons come and go in our passionatte lives. And in the fields of our dreams we look back and watch our footprints slowly turn to dust. As we begin to explore the undercurrents of our dreams the tears begin to flow from our angel like eyes. Silently we turn around looking back at a wondering soul. Quietly leaving them alone. So that one day they may find their poetic field of dreams too. Still in the evening of the day true poetic souls return to their natural flow that lives within them... |
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