Elizabeth Wesley Poet Rhyme

Golden Sun

The golden sun came out to play,
Lulled by the song of an empty day.
Casting a glow to light the dream,
She danced her rays upon the stream.

The depths that reach the silent tide,
Are born of hope from the prison inside;
To teach the bondsman how to praise,
The lovely warmth of sunlit days.

Perhaps the sun will wrap your soul,
With arms of light to make you whole;
Perhaps the sun will touch your face,
And fold you in her warm embrace.

Dance the path of silent sound,
And heal the wound that can’t be found;
For the sun can touch and the sun can heal,
All the sorrow that seems so real.

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Keith Bickerstaffe May 28, 2012 at 2:51 PM I'm lovin' this lighter, more congratulatory you... '...to teach the bondsman how to praise the lovely warmth of sunlit days,' how great is THAT! Every verse speaks volumes, but your last two are especially gratifying. God bless you, Elizabeth! Keith :)

Honestly J.T. August 3, 2011 at 7:11 PM When it comes to poetry I must say you are on top of your game.

Judy Ball July 20, 2011 at 1:35 PM This is so lovely and the words are so true. Sometimes human beings get too caught up in their own bunch of " have nots and can'ts" that they can't see the many blessings they have been given. Great job my friend. God Bless, JB

Zzzzz Zzzzz July 18, 2011 at 3:44 AM Returned again to read this highly inventive and poetic piece! Have a great day! Love, Robert.

Robert Johnson July 17, 2011 at 1:08 PM You are so in touch with nature and how it's essence effects every aspect of this world. I love taking these journey's with you.

Judy Ball July 16, 2011 at 7:10 PM Just lying in the sunshine can heal the spirit. Great job. God Bless \JB

Stephen Parker July 16, 2011 at 10:16 AM The first, two stanzas are a melodic rhapsody. The rays caress, then the warmth penetrates our beckoning heart. Your rhyme scheme is exquisite as usual. Enjoyed your tribute to nature.

Zzzzz Zzzzz July 11, 2011 at 11:38 AM Wonderfully poetic write, with good personification and strong imagery. Nicely done, Elizabeth. Love, Robert.

Carol Sunshine Brown July 11, 2011 at 7:59 AM Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us Elizabeth. I enjoyed reading it this lovely morning. May you have a wonderful week and enjoy life to the fullest. Love, Carol

Nette Onclaud July 10, 2011 at 9:54 PM elizabeth, your images and metaphors float like a sun dancing... beautifully crafted! :) huggs,nette

Don Johnson July 10, 2011 at 9:33 PM voice n word so profound, invisible wounds we carry around, as you say:) true. xo, Don

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 10, 2011 at 6:59 PM the sun can touch and the sun can heal..and I adore sitting in the sun on these blistering hot days to dream and think..elizabeth.. beautiful expressions in this tantalizing piece luv..

Doris Culverhouse July 10, 2011 at 5:42 PM beautiful write....I love the line heal the wound that can';t be found....very profound. Denial of our pain causes so much repression and emotional damage. not to mention the physical illness.

Jl Sadberry July 10, 2011 at 4:52 PM Smile, *^_^* “Very Beautiful Tis This Stream That Flows, Amid The Beauty of A Lovely Poe *^_^* My Dear Precious & Priceless, Beautiful Elizabeth = Although I Have Always Viewed the Sun As A He *^_^* Your Beauty Paints They In Love & This, Is All That Matters In The End == I Love This Fave In Verse Brushed Amid The Colours of Compassion, Hope & Love *^_^* Very Beautiful My Dear.” === My Love Always, Jasper *