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The Eye Behind The Haze
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The Eye Behind The Haze |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
A haze sometimes covers the sky, masking the brilliance of the sun as it rises from its nightly slumber, covering the pale pastel hues of apricot, amethyst and cobalt blue just like a young boy hiding his innocent, emerald eyes with his two small hands in a game of hide-and-go-seek. Rain falls from clouds of fading black leather and smoky, charcoal gray— skeletal streaks of lightning in unlit ballrooms, the only light of the day. And though it seems as if God is bitter, there is no reason to believe the tiny drops of rain reflect His tears of pain. For just as the boy, enthralled in his game, parts his fingers across his face— so as to spy his dear friend’s hiding place— so too do cracks laden the sky, allowing glimpses of blue. All thoughts of despair— in the form of drenching rain— are breathed from the air, and washed into the seas. And all that remains, in the serene, blue sky, is the brilliant, golden shine of God’s thoughtful, forgiving eye. Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A haze sometimes covers the sky, masking the brilliance of the sun as it rises from its nightly slumber, covering the pale pastel hues of apricot, amethyst and cobalt blue just like a young boy hiding his innocent, emerald eyes with his two small hands in a game of hide-and-go-seek. Rain falls from clouds of fading black leather and smoky, charcoal gray— skeletal streaks of lightning in unlit ballrooms, ============================ All thoughts of despair— in the form of drenching rain— are breathed from the air, and washed into the seas. And all that remains, in the serene, blue sky, is the brilliant, golden shine of God’s thoughtful, forgiving eye. ============================= oh Embers this is wonderful writing.. the imagery is superbly lovely and the moral and conclusion is as equally beautiful and inspiring.... a perfect first read on this sunny Sunday morn. very well done poet!!  We wish ourselves beautiful, |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A wonderful read, Todd....a beautiful way to begin today.... |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Wow...what a wonderful image you penned, and a lovely way to start a Sunday morning. "Like a child peeking through his fingers to see his best friend"! Loved it! ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Beautiful stunning images come to mind. Great writing!!  Lone Wolf |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great word pictures and atmosphere....enjoyed very much! |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
A lovely picture of how God sees us, and we can find him in nature. Beautiful vision of his glorius creations. Deb |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Todd, although it's all been said, I just wanted you to know that reading is one of my strong suits. Good that quality in a friend. And your writing never ceases to amaze. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Jellybean King Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 153Jelly, Bean |
This is superb...the imagery of the boy peeking through his fingers, brings home the message that in order to appreciate beauty and experience forgiveness we need to see things through the eyes of a child. Jellybean King |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Very peaceful. And so well drawn together by sound and rhythm. Complete. Bob |
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