Wednesday, September 17, 2014


For the word of the Lord is faithful
  and all his works to be trusted.
The Lord loves justice and right
  and fills the earth with his love.
                                          Psalm 32:12
                                                                                                                              Google Images

Bury these burdens 
with the roots of trees
in the angling gold- 
rose light
before the evening 
brighter shades speckling  
the palms of night.
Why worn worries
to vase 
in fear 
while You,
beautiful Lord,
come through
at times,
lifting flames of flowers
you gather
and lay over
 the roots of trees
beneath the stardust

1 comment:

  1. Cynthia, there's lots of things happening in this piece! I'm drawn in by the present participle, again, and as always; it is engaging! I notice and enjoy the end rhyme (flowers/towers). And the repetition of roots of trees is interesting. It seems you open with a prayer of petition and close with one of thanksgiving. So glad to see your writing once again! I hope to get something out soon. All Love and Light to you on this gorgeous day. In writing, In Christ, Amy