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.
I've often found myself enchanted by the small miracles of nature and count myself lucky to witness them.
ReplyDeleteThe eyes of the open heart... you got it perfectly. Those are the eyes to see true beauty with😊
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem about the changing of the seasons. What a blessing to witness these miracles with an open heart.
ReplyDeleteI think we can only see if we listen to scents and live with the seasons.
ReplyDeleteWhat an inspiring poem.
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.
ReplyDeleteLovely focus on scent & sight :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Life is enriched by a spiritual dimension. It is a gift.
ReplyDeleteAn open heart is as important as open eyes! The world reflects back to us.
ReplyDeleteAH, this evidence is quite personal in nature and its interpretation and can indeed only be seen through an open heart, receptive of this experience.
ReplyDeleteI love the images your paint of beauty found in different seasons.
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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.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a tonic for my heart! It would be fun to build poem like this like a quilt among many pots!
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of the senses in this poem, Carrie. I particularly love the lines:
ReplyDelete'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'.
The smallest things at time hold the most wonder. Oh, there is so much beauty if we would only look.
ReplyDeleteWOW!!! those are some great clues:To a divinely created universe
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by blog today Carrie
❤much love💛
Beautiful, Carrie. I especially love your closing lines. I love the beautiful dog on your banner.
ReplyDeleteeyes of an open heart... so true!
ReplyDelete"it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart."....Aah...& it's for the rare souls. So beautifully put.
ReplyDeleteLovely ~ deserves a melody to accompany your words.
ReplyDeleteNature'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.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely.
This is so beautiful, your words have CoLouR and movements, scents and sounds, peaceful....
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
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