A collection of poems written on the 2017 spring tour with the Genevans choir.
Stand tall, O soldier of the wood In cap and cape of feathery forest green Spread to shelter from scorching heat Stand tall, solitary standard bearer. ~ Stand tall, old soul of the wood Whispering winds of wisdom Sharing scented sweetness Stand tall, generous green giant. ~ Stand tall, weathered warden of the wood Watcher …
Breathing The soul of the sea The glint of life reflected On water and sand Sing, my soul To the accompaniment of roaring surf Image Credit: Jarrett Soon, 2017
Let the lighthouse call me landward Shine its light and beaming, draw me To return to seashell sandbar Dream of ocean memory Image Credit: https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/692/692970-bigthumbnail.jpg
Piercing white lamplight The moon and stars shine above Shadows growing long Image Credit: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e5/69/ba/e569baa7719fc158295c0c8fd5205b02--rainy-night-rainy-days.jpg
Blue sweeping across the heavens, a felt curtain; Grey streaks, like wisdom’s kisses on old heads; Silver faintly peeking through the curtain of blue – The eye of the Father, watching his children through the falling night. ~o~ Brown framed in wizened fingers of worn wood; Black spearing skyward, starkly scarring the clear horizon. ~o~ …
Azure Gossamer skylight draping down A lush patchwork of turquoise-robed fairies Perched sprightly on frames of weather-worn hardwood Reaching heavenward for the guardian of the day Shining Nurturing Shading Beaming Nourishing Assuring Pillar of life and timeless …
Third day dawned for God’s creation plan, He gathered waters to reveal dry land. And on the edge where oceans kissed the earth, The Maker spread a treasure of great worth. ~o~ Silver dust He sprinkled liberally, And studded it with gemstones from the sea. A glaze of gilded sunrays at high noon. A platinum …
I know a meadow thick and smooth, Where children yearn to roam; The cheek to chill and eye to soothe, And lighter than sea foam. ~o~ I speak of white fields high above, Where eagles soar so proud; A gift that young and old could love, A playground in the clouds. ~o~ Slides and swings …
Cool breeze dancing past my skin, Stirs the joy from deep within. Voices blend with engine purr, Pausing from the highway whirr. The day’s still young; the road awaits – So on we roll across the states! This was written at a brief morning rest stop somewhere in the southeastern US at a parking lot …
Splashing in the skipping surf at speed Flashing through the flying foam so free Washing clean the water-worn debris The teasing of the sea! ~o~ Crashing on the coast so mightily Slashing in a surge of storming glee Dashing hard in spite of sailor’s plea The raging of the sea! Reflections on a Genevans …
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