I will thank you, Lord, among the peoples,
among the nations I will praise you
for your love reaches to the heavens
and your truth to the skies.
O God, arise above the heavens;
may your glory shine on earth!
Psalm 56:8-12 photo by C Scodova
The wind is shaking the gold-green crowns
of dogwood blossoms
throned in trees of light
as if, all morning, they had nothing better to do
than give their kingdoms away,
lavishly,
from the rumpled-silks of their hearts
and branching routes of beauty
crossing the bright-open
borders of love.
I absolutely love how you pull metaphor out of nothing, out of chaos, out of the air: rumpled-silks of their hearts, routes of beauty, borders of love. These kinds of metaphors happen all over your writing. I love how your mind works!
ReplyDeleteAh thanks Amy...these compliments means so much coming from the amazing poet/writer you are and continue to be...God bless friend!!
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