Thursday, July 1, 2010

Out of Balance

"You breathe clouds into existence
right before my eyes...
they reach out across the skies
as if to exercise...
for I cannot accomplish this,
false be all my wise...
for You are God.

The sun plays hide-and-seek,
so strong and never weak,
formations so unique,
for You are God!

Life is fascinated one more time.
The poet scrambles e'er to capture rhyme!
The wise again, to one more level climb
for You are God!

All the while, at life, man scrambles on...
How often will he notice such a dawn?!
The glory, though, will certainly go on,


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