Tuesday, July 25, 2006

MY HOME

I live high in the mountains
where the clouds come down at night
to fill the hidden valleys
till the break of morning light
where the autumn frost lies heavy
over the fields of grassy sod
and all Nature in her glory
clings forever close to God.

The sun creeps over the peaks
his paint-brush dabs in array
the storms lift to the heavens
omnipotence has full sway!

Why worry about life's troubles
or wrestle with daily toil
when I can be strengthened
where peace reigns in my world!

15 comments:

  1. Yeah! I agree

    Wish ya find peace wherever you are

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  2. Very nice! I love how you make it flow with the rhyming. Wish I could do that- :)

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  3. Nice one. Great home too. Mountains!!!

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  4. Amen and Amen!!! You do live in a beautiful part of the world. Love it out there!!

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  5. I love mountains. I am torn you see, between mountain and sea, between heaven and earth, between spirals of cloud and crash of wave.

    Beautiful poetry.

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  6. That was beautiful margie.I love mountains too.

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  7. That was beautiful. Oh! how I sometimes miss those mountains! I also miss the snow on the mountain tops and the glorious mountain glow.

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  8. I like this one! What an optimistic voice it has!

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  9. world peace starts with ur heart...

    Keshi.

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  10. mininside~ andrew~ don~ pat~
    ozymandiaz~ starry~ polona~
    choices~ aurora ~ (welcome ... so
    nice to have you at my blog)
    kai~ & keshi
    I am so glad you all liked my
    poem ... thank you!
    Margie

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  11. Beautiful..! ahhh....Colorado...! We are truly blessed! Thanks for sharing your "view" with us! :)

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  12. kathleen~
    You are so very welcome!
    We are truly blessed to
    share the beauty of Colorado
    You and me!
    Don't you love Colorado?
    I sure so!

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  13. Beautiful is not enough to name it

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Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker