Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Illuminated from Within

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By: Theresa Walker

Theresa Walker — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 20:13:49 +0000

One yellow flower
bends forward.
Its hot petals say
“Life.”

All around it
shadows open
like arms, full of grace,
reaching
toward me too.

By: Tammy

Tammy — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:55:00 +0000

Illuminated from Within

I was given no choice in the matter
you who say I create my own reality.
I was fine, thank you very much,
in the deep dark
where my life was comfortable, secure.
Sure there were cold days, wet days,
and days when uninvited guests passed by;
the grub, the colony of ants, an occasional ground hog.
Even so, life was predictable, or so I thought.
One day, out of nowhere, everything turned upside down.
An urge so unbelievable, so irrational, so illogical,
took hold of every cell in my being.
Next thing I knew I was moving,
slowly at first, until I was moving faster and faster.
Imagine the fear when out of the deep dark
a great light appeared.
I don’t understand how or when or why
this light merged;
enveloping, incarnating, illuminating
every fiber of my being until
all I could do was laugh, shine, play,
and ride the urge to
open fully and expose the beauty within.

By: Pam

Pam — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:25:50 +0000

Trumpet of spring.
Herald from heaven.
New life, new life,
It shouts
New life is coming.

Like the cock
At the pearly dawn.
A new day, new life
Is proclaimed.
The light is coming.

Light of life.
Season of joy.
Not just flowers,
But lambs and love.
All are coming.

Small, sturdy daffodil
Reminds the world
That hope is rewarded.
Miracles abound.
Nature carries God’s wisdom.

Just look close
and the secrets
will be revealed.

By: wendy

wendy — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 07:58:19 +0000

In longing for your pen oh Lord, we await
For your precious light to enter,
Scrolling across the heart page
In its wake your Words, bordered with your Images
Like the sacred manuscripts of old, an ancient newness
Longing, oh Lord, for your pen

By: Deb

Deb — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 02:31:15 +0000

I bloomed here... Deb

By: Wren

Wren — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:56:24 +0000

Daffodil’s Debut

the snow is almost gone
and, though I’ve had no time to practice,
today is my day to shine.

“Stand up straight.”
“Be brave, little daffodil,
you’ll do us proud.”

here I am,
watching the grass grow,
waiting nervously for my cue

“Spring.”

I heard it! I’m on! Ta Da!
I am here to fill your hearts with joy!

By: Steve Newcomb

Steve Newcomb — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:09:31 +0000

You watch over me
You tend to me
You nourish me
You photograph me
You’re proud of me
But what about
When I begin to wilt
When my leaves brown
When my petals fall
When my beauty falters
Will you still be there?

By: Rebecca Johnson who lives in Alaska

Rebecca Johnson who lives in Alaska — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:01:06 +0000

Spring in Alaska

You’re not a complete stranger to us
Though it does seem
that you place us
At the bottom of your
world wide tour.

We’ve seen you before
though it seems like
a long time now
and know that eventually
you will come again.

You are easy enough
to come by
Lighting up the grocery store
Bursting from the florist’s shop.

But your startling green
And your fervent yellow
Rising up from dark earth
Musty with the smell of Spring
Is difficult to imagine
In these days
When the light is long
But the snow is still deep.