Sunday, January 06, 2013

Poetry Sunday ~ Bough Breaks

Ezek. 15:2 Son of man, What is the vine tree more than any tree, or than a branch which is among the trees of the forest?

Bough Breaks
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Snowdrifts pile on the tree,
a morning of beauty for eye to see.
Branches bow in prayer to Him
whiteness clings to every limb.

Boughs moan with the slightest breeze,
broken down in the slightest sneeze.
A whispering wind the twig it grieves,
breaking the sprig that has no leaves.

Lonely and cold the cows they roam
in the open field they call home.
No shelter from the bended wings,
I hear them calling, the morning sings.

The broken branch I see it bleed,
giving earth its one last seed.
Hear me Lord, my earthly cries,
fill my heart with joyous skies.

For all that’s broken, now must mend.
my heart, my soul made to bend.
For only you gives all that’s real,
The earth and I will slowly heal.

3 comments:

Arshia Malik said...

As usual joni...you are an inspiration....somehow reminded me of Emily Dickinson.....Keep inspiring joni!!! Happy New Year...

liveyourwritingdream said...

Lovely and season appropriate!

(We don't have any snow here, at least so far...)

Keep them coming, Joni!

joni said...

Thank you Arshia! What a compliment, Emily Dickinson? WOW!


And June, WOW! Long time no see!
Thanks so much for visiting.
Our seasonal snow that we got before Christmas just won't MELT!

I'm still writing! :)