Delicate fingers of ghostly memory, Probe crevices of the mind. Tenuous threads, Fragile as baby hair, Move in response. Hope, once dead, raises her head, Stirring her silken robes Gossamer veils oer morning's face, give place to Beauty rare, and the empty vessel that I am is filled once again For the Breath of God has breathed on me, I will write again!
Hello Patsy, I read your Poem,"Breath of God". I found the imagery fantastic! The story it tells is joyous in that one can almost feel God's breath in it . Well done. PLease feel free to visit my site here in the "Den".
We are all holding memories of good life in our hearts. To express them in poetry is good, let the breath of God take you forward in yur life with the memories not to be left behind but put forward to others too. Writing from your heart is all that is required and os many good memories are to be shared here on the den by us all. Thanks for this uplifting write, a good one to ponder over too.
This proves that there is ALWAYS a second wind--that wind is the breath of the Holy Spirit, whether we acknowledge it or not. Also teaches that the only writer's block that exists is only a detour to a greater inspiration in disguise.
Appreciated this Sis,
blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Yes, you shall write again!
GOD Bless You,
JMD
Appreciated this Sis,
blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Amor
Jules :)