"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Have You Ever?

I was seventeen when I wrote this poem for a school convention. It is one of the few pieces that have just sort of rolled out of me. It was late in the Spring, so the inspiration was right before me.
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth His handiwork. Psalm 19:1
Have you ever walked in silence
In the early morning air
Seen the world that God created
With tender loving care
Have you ever seen the sunrise
With each bright and amber ray
Wink and smile with delight
To greet a newborn day
Have you ever seen the roses
Yawn through the morning mist
Stretch eagerly toward the sun
To have their petals kissed
Have you ever seen the grandeur
Of the graceful pine so high
As it reaches up on tiptoe
To touch the vast blue sky
Everything that I have seen
Brings praises near and far
To my God, who made each blade of grass
Every single shining star
---D Ness 1982

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