Beautiful isn't it. The plethra of color amongst the rocks
a well worn rhyme, a tantilizing night sky wooing us forth
O where is beauty we ask. Is all we have to do is look, listen feel
the unfinished prose of life. Guiding us.loving us. pursuing us
Open the harkened sky, the moon in the midst of praise and adoration that does belong to God.. Feel the guidance in the moonlight. Feel the direction in the sun rise. Don't stop until its done o keeper of my soul. passionately pulling me forth..
You have given me directon, guidance posterity as I watch from the prostrate position. wandering in the confine of my mind. Do you love me o'keeper of my soul. Do you love me/? ? ? ? ? ?
Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-the-sunset/
