Petals Rub
for Bri & Tia
fingerprints
of the creator
left in the clay
of which I was made
divinity’s stamp
divinity stamped
upon me as well as
within me
no less precious
than flower petals
or butterflies’ wings
clouds above
or blue skies
even further off,
further out
not unlike sea beds
sea gardens,
full of undersea
animals and plants
I as much a part
of God’s plan
as any ant or antelope
or buffalo
I am comprised of
the dust of the earth
as well as dust
off angels wings
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:05 a.m. 11.02.08
for Bri & Tia
fingerprints
of the creator
left in the clay
of which I was made
divinity’s stamp
divinity stamped
upon me as well as
within me
no less precious
than flower petals
or butterflies’ wings
clouds above
or blue skies
even further off,
further out
not unlike sea beds
sea gardens,
full of undersea
animals and plants
I as much a part
of God’s plan
as any ant or antelope
or buffalo
I am comprised of
the dust of the earth
as well as dust
off angels wings
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:05 a.m. 11.02.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 3:32 AM
2 Comments:
oh wow what a vivid imagery...also makes me remember that indeed all thats on earth belongs to HIM...how divine this poem is!
Thanks, Esquire, for being sufficiently sensative to appreciate this SONG. You make it larger by reading, appreciating and commention on it.
As if yeast were added to what was already rising - to what already had wings.
This is what the reader does, receives and by receiving, makes COMPLETE; finishes a circle or cycle; like earth going from day to day or from year to year.
Thanks, Esquire, for being there, here and near.
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