Somewhere inside my head there lives a tiny poet. He escaped or woke up briefly, I'm not sure which. Here is the result:
Fire and ice,
Wind and calm.
I have no eyes,
And yet I see.
Love and hate,
High and low.
I have no feet,
And yet I run.
Truth and lies,
Grace and fear.
I have no hands,
And yet I take.
Fire and ice,
Wind and calm.
I have no ears,
And yet I hear.
Eyes and feet,
Hands and ears.
I have these things,
They are not mine.
Contradiction.
All I am,
Made by Him.
Memory and regret,
Thoughts unbidden,
I am forgiven.
Fire and ice,
Wind and calm.
Contrary natures,
What I am.
Comments (10)
This was written by our grandson, the same one that wrote the book, "The Dragon's Ring."
I don't know where the picture is from. It was on his Facebook. I had a bit of trouble copying the poem from FB.
he's a talented man.
I thought maybe a poet awoke in you Gracie.
LOL
that picture is cool,too.
Hubby doing well?
Beautiful picture, wonderful writing! I agree with Jilly ... he's talented!
I'm hoping I can purchase the book at Barnes & Nobles. I don't have a kindle so I can't download it... too bad really. The poem is good. I'm thinking he got the talent from somewhere - why don't you join me for National Poetry Month in April?
That sure shows lots of talent--agree with the others.
You can be proud of your Grandson, This is a beautiful poem .
I am also intrigued by this entry since we can wite some words in it .
Love
Michel
Very nice.
Love the picture and the poem. Hope you are all doing well. I stopped by to wish you a good week and lots of healing times!
Wonderful talent he has!!
I was out of internet yesterday so didn't get back to you. The health care thing is just so bizarre. So many things are so mixed up! I think it's on purpose.
Hope you have a wonderful week-end!