In Our Morning Walk

Peace is this warm breeze dotted by dew

Comfort, the smell of neighbor’s pancakes

Openness, the ringing tone of your large laugh

As Joy dances in the creases around your eyes

Sweet yearning is the rose we meet on our path

Lit by Love and all the thoughts that I have streaming

Faith is your firm grasp as you lead me home

Grace, the soft place our palms are meeting.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Susan L Daniels
    Apr 30, 2012 @ 08:01:35

    I love the line: “Grace, the soft place our palms are meeting,” and a close second is “Joy dances in the creases around your eyes.” Aw, heck–I love the whole thing, you know it 🙂

    Beautifully done!

    Reply

  2. Fiona Pimentel
    Apr 30, 2012 @ 08:06:52

    Very nice poem. I especially like the last 2 lines.

    Reply

  3. boomiebol
    Apr 30, 2012 @ 09:18:00

    BEAUTIFUL!!!

    Reply

  4. renokingswordsnpoetry
    Apr 30, 2012 @ 21:35:51

    Sweet!

    Reply

  5. jeglatter
    May 01, 2012 @ 21:58:44

    Thank you. 🙂

    Reply

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