Where the Grandest Ships Sail

"Perfect Balance" Surreal Art Photography by Luisa Azevedo

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 112
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“You are a beautiful soul hidden by the trench coat of the ego.”

 ~Mike Dolan,

Our eyes see the flesh on bone

The brick on drywall

And they follow the leaves that flow on a subtle breeze

Winds our eyes can never glimpse

For some deep oceans flow beyond the shore’s view

The soul has ships that sail there

The knowing of eternity turns the hull

The unknowing keeps it’s secret well

Yet the elk the elephant

And the long-eared owl hold that knowledge

as nature always does

knowing the balance of heaven and earth

they carry it onward like a captain at the helm

understanding the traveled map

of where they are heading

and wence they came.

© Carrie Van Horn 2020

A Voice for Every Fallen Tree,

Photography by Sarolta Ban
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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 81

"Fields have eyes and woods have ears."  ~John Heywood

There is a sermon that is never preached

Yet songs ring out like prayers on every leaf

It is a plea it is a cause

For what could be and what once was

Complacent ears can never hear

The song of woe that rings so clear

But open hearts and open minds

Can hear each part and every line

They become a vocalist in the choir

And learn to sing and never tire

It is a plea it is a cause

For what could be and what once was.

“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” 

  ~Nelson Henderson

God's Poetry Flows in Flowers

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

Linking with The Sunday Muse for Wed Prompt # 2 Hanami hosted by Toni Spencer
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Also linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Writing Poetry hosted by Susan

"Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands."

~Japanese Proverb

God’s poetry flows in flowers

 touched by the barn swallow

  I can hear it in the sway

 of cherry blossom branches

that dance on a breeze

 like a ballerina in Swan Lake

their grace is more

 than a presence or movement   

they reach out and touch

the onlooker

beyond the iris

into the heart

a poem of God written upon our soul.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019