Thursday, June 18, 2009

Random Acts of Poetry

red

and yellow

beach umbrella

blue cooler

pink

sand

bucket

under

straw hat

and stooped shoulders


I

spied God

today.


he lumbered

through

foot-churned

sands

while two

brown-skinned

children

played

in

his wake.


arms

outstretched

to bear

the burdens

of their

excess…

yellow sand

shovels,

sunscreen bottle

and

sandcastle

mold

all

overflow

in

his embrace.


these tiny

colorful

God-gifts

of a

Father’s love.


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8 comments:

Ann Voskamp @Holy Experience said...

"foot-churned"... such a word, perfect, that. for such a poem.

i've been thinking of you at the beach... you drawing lines in the sand for writing.

so you have!

when He makes a way... keep writing.

how i send love!

all's grace,
ann

L.L. Barkat said...

I liked the half- and internal-rhyme of these lines...

"and yellow
beach umbrella"

Fun poem. :)

B His Girl said...

Are you on Pensacola Beach? If so, I live here. B

A Simple Country Girl said...

God-gifts and sandcastles. What a way to spend the day. Thank you for sharing your fun!

Blessings.

mom2six said...

Wonderful - your words paint a picture - overflowing. Thanks for sharing your trip...such joy.

Warren Baldwin said...

Brief, succinct, yet full of meaning. Very good! Thanks for the recent visit and comment, too. wb

Rain said...

I love that you spied God!:) Great poem!

sojourner said...

a nice picture of seeing God presented in a path of discriptive words leaving a loving trail - i liked this: "God-gifts of a Father’s love."