PERCEPTION BLISS
I behold God’s might
through special child’s growth
along new wheelchair
with toy cars as gifts
while sun rays smite clouds…
…I’m blest with love
by son’s sweet kiss
hand’s touch of thanks
warm hugs, firm grip…
…I hear hymns
prayer, verse
praising God…
…midst breath
hope and…
grace*!
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
December 14, 2024
1st place, "A Grounding Technique" Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 12/16/2024
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2024
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