Behold the Prize
Whispy clouds blown by the wind
Stretched out across eastern sky
Colors changing from red to sand
Backdrop for buzzards soaring high
Catching the zephyr head on
Letting the breeze lift enjoy day
Let my spirit soar on the wind
Feel Holy Spirit's presence stay
The clouds chroma still changes
A kaleidascope of color
They have been influenced by sun
Let my spirit change to pleasing hue
The low cobalt clouds on horizon
Seem to be rising with the sun
Let me rise higher becoming
More golden more loving homespun
The golden sun peeks above clouds
Soon will be too brilliant for eyes
Will God's presence be so bright
That these eyes can't behold prize?
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment