If memories were sparrows and my soul a tree,
and the Love that first sought me.
If memories were raindrops that pour down in May,
of the Love that ransomed me.
If memories were snowflakes drifting down in December,
the Love that is waiting for me.
Prairie Chick.
Check out The Great Poem Caper at Seedlings in Stone for the idea behind this poem.
13 comments:
Be-yoot-i-full!
I love how you took it in new directions, letting the sparrows melt into snowflakes and rain.
Gosh that is beautiful. You expose me to prose like no other.
Such a nice post. Thanks for stopping by my place. I think my daughter is beautiful. She is desperately looking for a job right now. She could use your prayers for that and for her trip to Afghanistan in the spring. You are such a sweetie. (o:
Beautiful, you are one talented girl! Leanne
Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. Always fun to visit your blogs. Have a great afternoon.
Hi there, Absolutely loved the poetry with the pictures-but don't I say that for almost all your posts. You're probably getting tired of hearing the same old thing but you are so gifted dear one and bring joy to my life. I am blessed because of you. Have a wonderful day!
Hugs...Noreen
Gorgeous! Almost makes me wish to see snow. Almost.
Blessings!
Dawn
oh... thank you... really, how can someone get "tired" of hearing someone likes (better yet LOVES) what they shared??? I don't think so! *wink*
i'm likin it.
I've read this many times.
Can't stop reading this.
Such is this!
Such is He who is LOVE.
All's grace,
Ann
I keep coming back to this. I've just read it again after seeing the link over at Ann's.
Such quiet, heartfelt words you've written here...
so beautiful to think of His love for us.
Thank you.
Sorry I missed this earlier because this is one lovely poem. His love flowing down touching us gently.
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