Sunday, April 03, 2011

Poetry Sunday~ Wellspring of the Season~

Psalm 107:20 He sent his word, and healed them, and del- ivered them from their destructions.

Wellspring of the Season

(c) Joni Zipp

Spring flourishes as buds burst through the soil
branches have nubs that appeared without toil;
long winter nights have now given swift rise
to sweeping old leaves from the cloudless skies.

Earth has shaped this beautiful display
of fragrant pleasantries and colorful array.
We take for granted the burgeoning blooms
looking for light where all darkness looms.

Hand in hand we walk through the meadow;
orange collides with buoyant yellow.
The warmth of the sun; the tickling grass
all give rise to Springtime's sheer glass.

The beauty is wrapped in a myriad of shades;
sunbeams dance off of dew-laden blades.
We inhale the life of this glorious treasure
wrapped in the love of heavenly pleasure.

Humans who falter in the deceptive lure
bother not with keeping things pure.
Guilty and gullible with nary refrain
never enjoying the soft-spoken rain.

Dance in the sun, let its fingers drizzle ~
your body is sculpted by its gentle chisel.
Allow it to shape and mold your being,
relish our God and all things you’re seeing. 

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benning said...

Very pretty! A lot of fine imagery here. :D

joni said...

Thank you! Now onto making rainbows dance! :)

benning said...

Dance, Rainbows, Dance! :D

Stormcrow said...

Orange collides with buoyant yellow. I like that!

joni said...

Thanks baby! :)