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Cherylann Gray Poem
Take my hand, Lord I'm reaching,
My arm extended
Barely able to touch you. I stand on
The edge of the far side of this shadowy cliff,
As high as I'm able to bare, the sight
Of you, Lord, causes my eyes to blister from
The crystal like brightness of your beauty. The
Sun truly shines upon you.
Your face, is gentle, but solemn, Lord
Have mercy on me, embrace my hand and let
Me walk with you through the thresholds of
Heaven. Your name Lord, upon my lips. Protect me
From the rugged speech the world has incased
Me in. Let me capture the expression in your warm
Enchanting eyes, the eyes of purity, Oh Lord,
I'm stretching hard against the breadth of the
Snow white clouds, but yet, you're still only
Just a little ways away.
Copyright © Cherylann Gray | Year Posted 2013
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Cherylann Gray Poem
Calm mountain and cool gentle breezes
echoes softly throughout the
whispering pines. A man's heart
tunes to nature's harmony. His
spoken tender words to
his beautiful new bride.
Tiny glittering snowflakes floating
down, one landing upon the other.
Cuddling the earth like a father, as he
blankets his first born on a cold,
peaceful night.
Delicately designed crystals forming
on stained glass panes are their
whole lives shared together
mapping out the plans
they've made.
Blowing formation of diamond dust
bright as a father's smile when he
wraps his arms tenderly around
his newly wedded child.
Copyright © Cherylann Gray | Year Posted 2012
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