Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Evidence of God


Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform.
Also linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 21
....and last but not least Poets United for Mid Week Motif ~ Evidence

People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey

I feel it in the cool mist of rain in the heat of June.
I smell it in the garden air at the hint of spring.
I see it in the amazing glow of the midnight moon,
And in the growth around me of every living thing.

I hear it in the clues of autumn in the rustling of falling leaves,
And I hear it in the cricket’s call and the song of the flying lark.
I touched it in the falling snow that spring will soon not keep.
Yet, it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart.

21 comments:

  1. I've often found myself enchanted by the small miracles of nature and count myself lucky to witness them.

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  2. The eyes of the open heart... you got it perfectly. Those are the eyes to see true beauty with😊

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  3. A lovely poem about the changing of the seasons. What a blessing to witness these miracles with an open heart.

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  4. I think we can only see if we listen to scents and live with the seasons.

    What an inspiring poem.

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  5. Sadly we don't appreciate the things that come free in life, thinking that something is only worth while if we have to pay for it! This is a great poem.

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  6. Beautiful poem. Life is enriched by a spiritual dimension. It is a gift.

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  7. An open heart is as important as open eyes! The world reflects back to us.

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  8. AH, this evidence is quite personal in nature and its interpretation and can indeed only be seen through an open heart, receptive of this experience.
    I love the images your paint of beauty found in different seasons.
    -HA

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  9. Oh, Carrie I feel it flowing from your words right into my heart! Simply beautiful. I think it is harder to see and feel until someone has lost someone so very close.

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  10. This poem is a tonic for my heart! It would be fun to build poem like this like a quilt among many pots!

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  11. Wonderful use of the senses in this poem, Carrie. I particularly love the lines:
    'I hear it in the clues of autumn in the rustling of falling leaves'
    and
    '...it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart'.

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  12. The smallest things at time hold the most wonder. Oh, there is so much beauty if we would only look.

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  13. WOW!!! those are some great clues:To a divinely created universe
    Thanks for dropping by blog today Carrie

    ❤much love💛

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  14. Beautiful, Carrie. I especially love your closing lines. I love the beautiful dog on your banner.

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  15. eyes of an open heart... so true!

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  16. "it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart."....Aah...& it's for the rare souls. So beautifully put.

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  17. Lovely ~ deserves a melody to accompany your words.

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  18. Nature's greatness is everywhere to seen and touched and felt, indeed... We just have to look, to be open, to want... and we won't miss a thing. Evidence everywhere, of glorious belief to feed each soul.

    This is lovely.

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  19. This is so beautiful, your words have CoLouR and movements, scents and sounds, peaceful....

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