Blue skies,
Puffy white clouds,
A green expanse below
All is well
Wide horizons,
Awakening sounds,
Asorbent being
All is well
I am known
And know
The wellspring
All is well
Peace thrives.
Even midst tormoil
The wellspring touches
All is well
Though inner conflicts rise
And outer forces scream,
The wellspring dwells within
All is well
The wellspring lives
through ages past and ages yet to come
A comforter, a vision giver.
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11 comments:
So things are good?
*grins*
I'm happy with you...
Thanks...
Beautiful thought, nicely expressed.
May God always keep everything well:)
Takecare.
Amen.
Wonderful poem.
Ava
Hi, minka. Yes, things are well. I've had some good days. However the poem goes beyond that. It expresses a bit of my faith and my spiritual philosophy of life. From that perspective even when days are not so good, there's this inner peace that surpasses my understanding that still all is well. I probably should have given more background to this poem.
Thanks, cergie. Appreciate your coming by.
Thanks, samrina. I appreciate your comments.
Thanks, fairesque-scandal. Glad you enjoyed my writing. Good to hear from you. :)
Hi, nunzia. Thanks for coming by.
Thanks, ava. Glad you appreciated the poem.
Clouds are cool too. Love watching them, especially when they are framed by a blue sky.
Let's hope peace thrives more and more.
Great poem, Tim.
Hi, San Nakji. Scattered white clouds in a bright blue sky often are quite beautiful. Storm clouds can be quite fascinating, too.
Thanks, fred. If we would only live the Biblical Sermon on the Mount, I believe peace would thrive.
I'm reminded of an old hymn, that I think is called, It is well with my soul.
Hi, sage. That is certainly an appropriate hymn to think of. I love that hymn.
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