All these years inviting the sky
to drop down
to my devoted vessel,
while the Earth awaited
my aging thirst
to turn and open
to the water of life,
so abundant
in the darkness below.
All these years inviting the sky
to drop down
to my devoted vessel,
while the Earth awaited
my aging thirst
to turn and open
to the water of life,
so abundant
in the darkness below.
Floored! Shaken … and stirred.
The art of the one sentence poem!
Shared across multiple social media platforms…
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Once again my day is blessed by another wonderful poem.
Something coming down from above and something rising up to meet it it is up to us to make this happen in our lives and then others can join in
Well said Don, thank you!
Very nice, Don. Strikes a chord with me. Are you familiar with
Bev Doolittle, an artist with the brush? The painting I am thinking of is “Season of the Eagle.” She is quite good. Google her and check it out….Blessings…
Grant
These great ones just keep coming…..you are a terrific poet, my friend…….
………silent gratitude……..