When ever I see a comet fly
Across a midnight sky
Watch the moon go sailing by
Hear a night bird cry
God speaks to me.
When ever I view planet Mars
Through a scope, and other stars
And the cool night air
Leaves tiny diamonds in my hair
He speaks to me.
Through green needled tongues
The lofty pines have often sung
With the wind from time to time
In soft whispery rhyme
Music from another realm
Orchestrated by Him
Nature's own sweet song
Composed by He alone
Has spoke to me.
If you listen with spirit ear
Perhaps you too will hear
The sound of music playing
And what He is saying
When He speaks to you.
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This one is beyond words for me. The way you brought this piece to life is so hard for me to do. I paint pictures with a very wide brush and you with tiny ones. If you understand my meaning. I like to be very straight forward in my writings and I hardly beat around the bush, but you leave a little mystery which is always nice and then finish off with a very well thought out piece. Brovow to you Judy!
I do I do! Oh how beautiful, I would love to see the midnight sky, so much so I wanna cry, I will one day just wait and see, I know because he already speaks to me. Great write, good job, thanks,
There is a blending of sound and feel, quiet attempt to place and create a trigger carrying me off in passion shared, still in the image I am abruptly returned, a poet in the making or poem in creation.. Walt