Posted by: valerieburgess | June 27, 2008

A Poem From An Early AM Walk in My Yard


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



  1. 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.

  2. Thanks, for the encouraging and thought filled response.

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