Saturday, March 13, 2010

sunny


sunny day tree swing
your head up, see bright
blue and green flashes
our chances for
glances at dances
of light and leaves
the memories of blues
and greens you've never seen
such hues as these
discoveries are free
you are on wood and rope and
would you conceive to hope for
in your dreams and plans
of foreign lands
the way shown from the only One who understands
over the Son and by his side to gently guide
his hand to push along a short swing
out and back
to where it started
to look clear and beautiful,
your eyes of truth and faith
full proof
is fully overcome
over and swing with me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like your poem. I just started writing poetry and I just two days ago set up a blog.