Mine Youth of Dreams
Mine Youth of Dreams
By John Evans
Poetry that changed my heart –
Words of a metaphorical new start,
To swim thy depths of a thirsty soul,
And find thy spirit, now of whole.
Inebriated by mine childhood stare,
Of a Piney scent from a light summer air,
Though risk thy nights of a bitter cold,
Thy foreign lands share what’s told;
A forest lake of starry dreams,
Tell me more of thy long, sap filled and tallest trees –
Thy heavens are with every meadow breeze,
And with thy start from thy new dawn of man,
Hints of every query sent forth to make a stand,
Amongst thy great cathedrals of thy woods,
My God, my God, to stand naked before thee of earth and stone,
To give you thanks and praise, a child of nature, quite not alone;
For in this giving you know mine good,
And through Thy giving I knew Thou would!
Copyright © John Evans | Year Posted 2012
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