This day dear Lord is one that I
Am glad I didn’t miss.
Can Heaven be more beautiful
More lovely than is this?
The wind is calm, the sun is warm
The air is pure and clear.
A day in June cannot surpass,
This one in fall of year.
The ripened fruits have drawn large crowds
Of bees and butterflies
And other fauna too will feast
On manna from their skies.
I harvested the very best
For jams and pies to make.
The birds indulged before fruit fell
For unwinged to partake.
The day is filled with sounds of joy
From voices large and small
And I am just as gleeful, Lord
At wonder of it all.
These multitudes that buzz and chirp
And sing a grateful song
Are lifting praises to you, Lord,
And I must sing along.
Categories:
unwinged, natureday, day,
Form: Rhyme
Why should I let you know
my emotional geography?
Where does that valley of pain lie surrounded by
the foggy mountains of unwinged desires?
From where those tearful rivers start their journey
meeting at the ocean of sorrow?
How in a gloomy evening the veil of twilight
weeps over its own reflection below?
And some melancholy engulfs me whispering
in my ear a sorrowful melody?
Tell me,why should I?
© 2011
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Categories:
unwinged, sad
Form: Free verse