Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri The Beauty Again
In the forest we listen to God's sounds. Each bird calls to it's mate. We face one another calling out For the freedom of God's children. The rock and the stream Coincide with the beauty of nature. Like pebbles lying at the bottom of the stream, Cleansed by stampeding, clear white water, We look at the sky. Together we extend our thanks For the land that surrounds us. The grass bending ever so slightly When the clear wind grazes past it. The flowers opening to greet the sun, As it arcs overhead sending it's blessings On warm consoling beams.The rich brown earth savoring Heat and warmth and also the rain. The waters fleeting along their Unobstructive course. We emulate the warmth Still walking the path of pulchritude Drafted by Jove in the Heavens. We pray for the land as we depart-- And we never see the beauty again
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri ElectricPoetry
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