Though storm may rage and autumn strip,
this forest of upraised hands leaves all doubt aside;
entwined veins, gnarled limbs,
our faithful, steadfast roots.
As rivers swirl, your tempo flows;
make me an instrument, let me play my piece.
Though one of many, I have my own true note;
your living waters nourish the music in my soul.
I throb with life, your greatest gift.
The rhythm continues within me and without me.
I’ll be a whisper on the forest breeze,
your footsteps gentle as you walk with me.
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| Writing Prompt |
Compose a FREE VERSE spiritual poem with a minimum of 8 lines
(free verse has no pattern of end rhyme lines, but it is acceptable as long as there is no set pattern--be careful not to create a pattern with any end rhymes IF you choose to use. It is acceptable to have no end rhymes.)
***Free Verse isn't haiku, sonnet, or any other structured poetry style
***NO music, videos anywhere, or animation
***1 picture (with no words attached)--1 color font--1 color background
picture is author's choice of source
***author notes are ok
***Dedication line or lines and/or title MAY BE be included in the body of the poem IF desired |
Author Notes
Like many people, I feel the closest connection to my Spiritual core when I am in the beauty of Nature. I have tried to show this with the first stanza reflecting that I am one of many in a long tradition, a child of nature and community, then the second stanza brings in my own individuality. The last stanza says that life will still go on after our mortal days. I haven't mentioned God, because he is a given, like breathing.
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