Living the Dream

Lift up rose from hard-pressed ground
so it might warm a heart acquiesced to frown
at such bitter bend and brow-beat blow
that only winter’s whipping can bestow ~

raise up curled lip of ocean’s blues
that corrugates flat color with such hues
so eye is dragged and drawn to see
a stirring makes for gasping beauty ~

tempt a glance, on slivered sheaves
dancing through high filigree leaves
so heart is brought from sand to sky
to watch for Creator as he passes by ~

oh drag me from bent and burrowed place
to spring to life by sight of nature’s face
pleading with us that all does not end
and life is a harsh but loving friend ~

and though we are pushed with pitiful prod,
we are told, “Get up! “ to witness God
teach us when time is right to rise
in new beginnings’ healing prize.

Tags: Harboring A Hope, Poems //