Longing
The treetops glow in light so bright,
their peeks bleeding pink to gold.
Yet morning’s stroll on lakeside path,
Sun playfully peeking through the void,
a promise of daylight hidden by early mist,
never hiding God’s love, so bold!!
Life is this morning walk of wonder. . .
with colors of positive fortune surround,
hindered only by mortality’s reminders
of long ago, life-altering bodily wounds
lifted forever in the circle of love and caring
with the Angels of God always around!!
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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Blends personal morning walk experience with abstract spiritual/philosophical reflection on life and divine love.
Multiple layered ideas: nature imagery, mortality, spirituality, divine love packed densely across lines.
Predominantly positive: wonder, promise, love, angels. Brief shadow of mortality doesn't diminish overall uplift.
Moderate intensity with exclamation marks and active verbs like bleeding, peeking, lifted. Not explosive.
Approximately 12 lines when normalized; falls in 7-15 line range.
Rich metaphor/personification: treetops bleeding, sun playfully peeking, circle of love, Angels as present guides.
Pure lyric internal voice reflecting on personal morning experience and inner spiritual perception.
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