Through my fears, the heavens smiled
shafts of sunlight fell my way
great big rays of golden glory
came to me that bluest day,
from somewhere amid the heavens
upon a gentle breeze,
issued forth that tranquil feeling,
bringing salvation straight to me.
A calm and needed preservation,
radiant in beam of light
to not forsake, although forlorn
and hopeless, seeing all within my sight,
I lift my face to narrow beam
it's pouring warmth to cover me,
and stubborn as this heart allows,
I stand in watchful patience now.
Come shine for me, your rays of gold
come gentle breeze, to bathe my cold,
Oh! glowing energy in crimson light,
impervious to change so bright,
enlighten with your power,
the vigour of my soul,
in dreams of costly structure
this folly, that is bold.
Who sent this cheering influence
in heart where sadness dwells,
what spark, what fiery brilliance,
provoked this staunchness now,
still, the heavens smiled, and shafts
of sunlight fell my way,
great big rays of golden glory
came to me that bluest day...
shafts of sunlight fell my way
great big rays of golden glory
came to me that bluest day,
from somewhere amid the heavens
upon a gentle breeze,
issued forth that tranquil feeling,
bringing salvation straight to me.
A calm and needed preservation,
radiant in beam of light
to not forsake, although forlorn
and hopeless, seeing all within my sight,
I lift my face to narrow beam
it's pouring warmth to cover me,
and stubborn as this heart allows,
I stand in watchful patience now.
Come shine for me, your rays of gold
come gentle breeze, to bathe my cold,
Oh! glowing energy in crimson light,
impervious to change so bright,
enlighten with your power,
the vigour of my soul,
in dreams of costly structure
this folly, that is bold.
Who sent this cheering influence
in heart where sadness dwells,
what spark, what fiery brilliance,
provoked this staunchness now,
still, the heavens smiled, and shafts
of sunlight fell my way,
great big rays of golden glory
came to me that bluest day...
@ Copyright October 2008
"Sunset at Kanyemba" Courtesy of Ellie Robson.
"Sunrise at Hemingby" Courtesy of Janey Johnson.
: Extract read at the Epiphany Service In Village Church Jan 4 2009
All Rights Reserved @ 2008
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12 comments:
This one is awesome, magical and yes a prayer of thanks. How lovely to see and feel the power of the sun warming your soul.
What JOY!!
Happy for you....
I can feel the living words and lovely spirit between the lines.
I hope that light shines on you whenever u need the power and strenght from it.
Colin B
Thank you Janey for your lovely comments about this poem and for the loan of your beautiful photo "sunrise"
Thank you Sunshine, best wishes to you both and I am very glad to read Don is doing so well.
Thanks for understanding my words Mark, I'm missing the spirit of Cairo.
Thank you Colin for those lovely words and for always reading and understanding my poems.
I've learned to wait until I have a quiet moment to first read your poems.
I read them again when I need them.
Thank you.
Well Michael, I do hope your life does not need too many 'prayers', keep safe over there and I hope your days treat you kindly.
Incredible work you do here, Susie. You indeed have the soul of a poet.
I discovered your blog courtesy of my friend Michael Morse - definitely glad I did. I will come back often. And I will add Hamada to the list of people I pray for.
Peace.
Your words are so kind Walt, thank you for taking the time to comment on this little blog.
Well I shall say " anyone, who is a friend of Michael's, is also a friend of mine" Many thanks for your prayers for Hamada, something seems to be working as he is still in partial remission. My Sincere Regards - Susie Hemingway Moursi.
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