I doubt not God’s my messenger and oft
I see him in the whirling colors there.
His message is a gentle love, aloft
and all his voice remembered everywhere.
He is the author of the spider’s way
whose mystic journey often spins astray
unless that force and guide is heard.
He is our stamen stretching for the sun;
He is the unknown spark hid in hadrons.
Just beautiful! So lyrical and I love the way it flows. Nicely done!
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That’s really lovely. You paint a beautiful picture with your words.
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I’ve missed your beautiful poetry! This is so lovely, and I particularly like that last line. Thanks so much for joining us this week! 🙂
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