Light
When blooms go to seed, I do not cry,
Only one generation has gone by.
Another will grow from the fallen seed
And bring back the sweet blossoms we all need.
And when the false stops are pulled out of time,
What's left is the great flow of Spirit sublime.
Call is Grace, Wisdom, or Light,
It nurtures us through the long, dark night
And when the seasons come to an end
We will know the Light is our true friend.
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This poem was previously published on my other blog.
Only one generation has gone by.
Another will grow from the fallen seed
And bring back the sweet blossoms we all need.
And when the false stops are pulled out of time,
What's left is the great flow of Spirit sublime.
Call is Grace, Wisdom, or Light,
It nurtures us through the long, dark night
And when the seasons come to an end
We will know the Light is our true friend.
Click the arrow for a reading of this poem by the author.
This poem was previously published on my other blog.
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I love that you did a personal audio reading! It sounds great! Keep up the good work!
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Thanks. Poetry readings in bookstores and coffee shops has alwaws been a large part of poetry. Now that everything is moving into cyberspace, I figured I would do the same with poetry readings.
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