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Incredible Dew

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Incredible Dew

Incredible; Dew —

Clinging to a blade of grass;
Magnifying the shade of green;
Intensifying the brightness of the sun;
Gazing in I see myself.

Reflections turn inward,
Microscopic bits;
A nucleus

As the blade of grass itself
becomes a mere cell in the vast earth
spreading before my soul,
Touching it –

Teasing it –
Coaxing out primal instincts –
Memories of new earth that can’t be remembered
But are there –

Almost awake –

Sensing the pleasure of the first perfect morning
laid down by the hand of God.

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  1. Date: 6/20/2010 5:32:00 AM
    An incredibly wonderful poem. Why haven't I seen you before. I see you haven't been given much encouragement. WOW! You are so talented! Wonderful to see that someone can go beyond the "poor little me" stuff. I am such a fan. Love, daver

  1. Date: 10/31/2009 2:38:00 PM
    Great imagery here, Judith !! Been awhile since you've posted here at the Soup. Hope you return soon with more great writing!!

  1. Date: 8/21/2009 12:42:00 PM
    WOW, where did this come from? This is incredible Mom! I love the inward voyage back to the "primal instincts" ... great poem! ~Tru~

  1. Date: 8/18/2009 6:12:00 AM
    Incredible Dew makes for an incredible write. Beautiful Judith thank you for sharing. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 8/17/2009 4:18:00 PM
    Beautifully written and thoughtful . I use to take pictures of raindrops and dew drops to try to get the picture that was reflected in them. My vision is not what it use to be and it is hard to see the reflections now. I like the fact that you include your faith in the poem. Keep writing. Sara