God's Poetry
“With grandeur and beauty melded into rhyme, poetry is painting
that is felt than seen”
by Poet
From my window I lazily watch,
The phenomenal transition from dusk to night.
The evening’s brilliance giving way to twilight haze,
And the reddened sky turning sallow as a sick patient.
Darkness like downy feathers descending,
Wrapping the Earth in a gray woolen mantle.
Light and darkness embracing in a breathless kiss,
Like shocking colors blended on a wide canvas!
The night has now grown mysterious and enigmatic,
Putting the weary Nature into indolent repose.
Before my eyes, stretches a vast plane,
Whose boundaries have dimmed beyond all trace.
Here and there some monstrous shapes peek out.
I see the dark silhouettes of trees supine,
Brooding sage like, in the thickening gloom.
I watch the wide panorama lying still,
And the clear star-spangled sky above.
The moon has begun her stately round.
In flashing dress, she swaggers past the clouds,
As if patrolling to guard the sleeping Earth.
She has taken the place of the ousted king of the day.
A calming breeze caresses my face and ruffles my hair.
Though darkness envelops all around me,
I hear the whispered promise of a day that shall soon unfold.
As I hear this rhythm of Nature falling in my ears,
In every beat, I hear God’s kind of poetry recited.
Looking at this night, God’s artwork of sheer beauty,
I feel heaven has descended down to Earth.
Never is a moment more glorious than this,
When darkness has accentuated the heavenly lights!
Jan. 23. 2023
~ Placed Second~
Submitted forStrand Premiere. No.1196
. Poetry Contest
2022, Marathon Mile. 25. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
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