Monday, April 18, 2011

Nature Speaks of God

I heard the moon sing last night.

Silver and paper thin;

Tangled in the trees.

Each note whispered to my soul -

Delivering peace,

Easing pain.

I heard the moon sing last night.
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  1. UnknownApril 18, 2011 at 6:19 AM

    aw, Bekah, I like your poem. I heard the moon sing last night too.

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  2. BeccaApril 18, 2011 at 7:55 AM

    In seven lines, you made me ache with beauty, then smile at resolution. Bravo!

    In other words, I love, love, love it!

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