Majestic
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Writing Challenge - M Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Written on July 21, 2023
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Mountains - majestic, like the wind and the storm - Believing, like the wisdom of pure love! ~ Quoted by this poet
Mountains, striking – ridges, majestic
As the emerald and purple hues,
Lying breathless beneath azure skies,
Where the silent rainbows conspire
Sighing with laughter, embracing the
Carefully painted smiles of a summer sun,
Erasing the darkness, the ominous
Presence of winter – now gone, hesitating
To reflect on the moments, the beautiful
Singing over the mountains, respecting
The glory, the majestic flow, echoing
Resonating past the oaks and pines, over
The streams and creeks, waters flowing
With delicious feelings, blessings pouring
Out like rainfall, promises in blue – purple
Magnificent cerulean, cobalt and sapphire,
Blues so alive they play warmth into
Melancholy, a harmony that rises into the
Heavens – hesitating only for the moment
When life begins to color the peaks
In silence, whimsical smiles – tending to
Reply to the stars and moon, the sunlight
Alive with its grace, - replying yes… YES
There is a moment in time when the reflections
Prayerfully pried from the serenity,
Washes away all desperation with a plan
To give the hope its confidence, the truth
Its promise – the majestic, its invitation
To silence the stone cold with a still shadow
Playing wisdom into the hills, stomping
Out the pain, the disdain – with a merciful
Blow from the powerful hills, the majestic
Purpose of mountains who believe – oh, yes
They believe in the way His love plays a tune
Through the winds, like prayers and praises,
Stirring up the slopes, the sound of mounting
Splendor – majestic meaning His peace has come
To carry away the past, the darkness, the distress
With a music that will ever be alive, always playing
Its harmonic tune into the mountain’s air,
The wisdom surrounding souls with the miracles
Falling from a heaven where His love remembers
To bless even the leaves, the stars, the sunlight
With a charm that enchants and tortures the blue
In its hues, from the mountain peaks, the majestic
Duty of brilliance falling all around the valleys,
Weaving threads of hope through the dales,
Promising that life will be as it was before the stars
Glistened and the majestic dreams pierced
The silence with such a wonderful that it could
Never be described or contained or boxed in.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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