Naked
Gray skies bleed into the brown fields.
moments stolen from the hearts simple will.
Naked limbs dance like ghost in the wind.
Creaking; clattering reminders of another time back then.
A gathering of crows perch atop the the seemingly lifeless trees.
They caw forth breaking the gray silence in the winter of my dreams.
A light drizzle begins to fall; and as my heart quietly remembers...
I then realize it is not the trees that are bare after all...but me.
I see that it is I which stands naked beneath the gray winter skies.
I see that it is me with heart and soul opened to the revelations of time.
I am exposed and vulnerable in this gray cold time of lost dreams.
Naked and forgotten like the black crows that call out to the nothingness it seems.
J. Allen Wilson 1/11/2009
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Well done, my (((Friend)))!
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( X0X0X0X0X0X0X0X0X0X0X0
You are not forgotten: it's when we're at our most vunerable (naked) that God moves in and holds you in His arms. A powerful, powerful write - very well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.