Black Ice   1 comment

So soft the soil, I made for thee

For ease of path, for creature’s comfort

For food, and for a cushion

 

The craggy rocks and mountain heights so pleasing to the eye

Provoke ambition, to seek Me out from risen peaks

Some whose heights are hidden by the clouds

 

But from you, my children

I have never hid

Even though so much of what I’ve done; you undid

 

Paths smoothed out by deer, and trees to house the swallow

Now covered, blackened thick by roads that crumble

Ice slicks go unseen on your recreated surface

 

How many must fall and stumble

Seeking speed across the tundra

What you name as progress, now a hazard

 

Crying out to Me, you call for help

Bewildered why this world is thus

Souls in strife as though it’s them or us

 

All you see is yours to keep

To preserve and live in peace

This gift is yours; it’s been unwrapped

 

One day all that is, will be as it should

Returned made whole

For I Am Good

 

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  1. A passionate poem to a pretty picture – fine work, Doreen! 🙂

    Merry Christmas to you and yours!
    ✟Peace always, Uncle Tree ▲

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