Sweet scent of
Love
Acceptance
Selflessness
Understanding
heady intoxication
fabrication of Hope
thought lost
in the hovering chaos
creating clarity in the
swirling haze
brightly colored tendrils
of happy wafting
above the trees
up into the sky
painting dawdling
clouds with brilliant
colors, hues hewn in
the joy of
authenticity and
being seen
being known
being fully
understood
with Christ at
the center
as it should be
the candle burns down
the clouds remember
well the days
when they felt
bright colors
stain their grays
happier times
when a little world
felt so right
when a simple
candle burned
sweetly bright.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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“Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience. Therefore do not be partakers with them. For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light (for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness, righteousness, and truth), finding out what is acceptable to the Lord. And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather expose them.”
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Beautifully written! The imagery is so vivid, I could almost smell the sweetness of the candle.
I love the way you described the smoke as tendrils. Beautiful poem!