The stem of grass,
crushed beneath a boot
now growing again
arcing over trampled mud
A green spear of light.
A sparrow,
amid the havoc of blackthorn
torn by winter gales,
with a soul far larger
than its song.
And we see the glory,
don't we?
You ...
and me ...
and God.
Yes... oh, you have captured my January so perfectly in this verse. I love it...
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am glad that you too are enjoying January in all its guises :)
DeleteVery nice.
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DeleteSo much beauty in this post. Wonderfully written sir. I love the middle stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you Keith - I know that you are one who can find the grace and grandeur in life.
DeleteA lovely poem. I love the image of the Sparrow.
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy. Sparrows always make me smile whether squabbling around the bird feeder, chattering together in the bushes and 'surfing' the wind on the end of branches. They are wonderful!
DeleteAh yes we see the glory," with a soul far larger than it's song " .
ReplyDeleteHow marvelous.
I do hope the new year is finding you well .
All the best,
Willow
Happy New Year to you as well, Willow. Yes, we CAN see the glory! :)
DeleteThank you Yannis and it is very kind of you to say that. I am not so sure about the calmness of my soul though!!! :)
ReplyDeleteA very inspirational post and a great way to start the day. Beholding the glory of God in all his mighty work and splendor!
ReplyDeleteThank you Stephen. I am so glad that you found it inspiring and thank you for dropping by.
DeleteA nice poetic piece. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Thank you Andrew (I love your blogger name!!). Thank you also for taking the time to drop by and comment.
DeleteI can envision the sparrow. They truly do sing with their whole being acting on a purpose much greater than the here and now. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThey are wonderful, aren't they? :)
ReplyDeleteVery stimulating poem.. You have written wonderfully.
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