Gleaming Images of Heaven

A cold June morning,

Shivering in a choir loft,

Full of song, laughing.

 

A warm autumn night,

Packed into an upper room—

Old tales are made new.

 

A gath’ring of friends,

Vulnerable, unafraid,

Praying for guidance.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

Comments

upnorthdavid

I like that you use a simple format, short lines to create interest and thinking on the reader's part. Take a peek at a piece I posted called A Life Surrendered

upnorthdavid

Just posted a limerick-style poem called If A Saturday's A Saturday, check it out! Just playing with a different style

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