Wednesday, September 18, 2013

What Gift

Great are the works of the Lord,
  to be pondered by all who love them.
                                                                                 Psalm 110:2

                                                                                                              Google Images

What gift 
each morning:
the sun cupped 
in the orange-rose and gold-
turquoise hands of God,
the dark fists of trees
just uncurling
their fingers of light;

the disheveling straw-
shuffling through 
the disarray 
of the parching fields;

what is settling 
to sleep 
or surrendering
into the deep 

And then, the extravagance 
of crows
flying up
from all that is shimmering,

their wings like flakes
of pitch-
black night

blowing back 
into the heaped congregations 
of the blinding stars.


  1. Love the first stanza. This piece reads like a tribute -- and how fitting. It is so nice, right and just, when we recognize our gifts. :)

  2. Your poetry is so uplifting, so beautiful!

  3. Thank you for stopping by and your kind response! Good to meet you! God Bless..

  4. Cynthia,

    I have been enjoying your recent poems immensely.

    "the sun cupped
    in the orange-rose and gold-
    turquoise hands of God
    the dark fists of trees" I especially like these lines.

    Sometimes when we get up early and go down to the park for a run, we see the sun just rising above the gum trees. It is an awe inspiring sight. I shall remember your words next time I witness the sun rising.

    God bless!

  5. Good Morning Sue Elvis! Thank you for your lovely comments and your kind words. Your morning run down at the park sounds glorious. "The sun just rising over the gum trees" wow! Beautiful!!! I will have to google what gum trees look like against the morning sky even though the photos will not capture what you experience there on the other side of here! God Bless good to hear from you...enjoy our Lord's immense beauty....