Purified
Pure, white, holy
Dainty spring flowers
Glistening in the sun.
Dancing in the wind
Dark, green, newness
Poignant immature sprigs
Pointing to fresh life
Wrestling with the breeze
Bright, full, lovely
Creative generation
Waiting on the Holy One
Listening for His call
–Val Burgess
I enjoyed this poem. I especially liked the contrasts presented. …also the waiting on Him to call put me in mind of a young Samuel.
By: Lindy on June 28, 2008
at 6:31 pm
Thanks, for the encouraging and thought filled response.
By: valerieburgess on June 28, 2008
at 7:44 pm