Within God's Loving Hands
I watched the sun setting by the indigo lake
In the dusk of bright starry night
And the water dance ripples of love
Upon its orange sky that painted its hue of
Orange and yellow delight!
The taste of sweet tangerines
Still upon my dry parched lips!
In the dusk of bright starry night
And the water dance ripples of love
Upon its orange sky that painted its hue of
Orange and yellow delight!
The taste of sweet tangerines
Still upon my dry parched lips!
Frozen now in my step upon the wooden
Man-made walkway
Gazing out beyond my eyes view
I could feel myself softly stepping upon
The billowing colorful sky’s canvas
Colors of autumn leaves
formed like the clay in a desert
One would expect to see there.
Man-made walkway
Gazing out beyond my eyes view
I could feel myself softly stepping upon
The billowing colorful sky’s canvas
Colors of autumn leaves
formed like the clay in a desert
One would expect to see there.
My God, how sweet the silence here
Hardly an insect sound all hushed now
By this aura created by God’s hands…
In the dawning of night
It is here I contemplate on life
And its worldly things and I realize
Money can’t buy such beauty transformed
Hardly an insect sound all hushed now
By this aura created by God’s hands…
In the dawning of night
It is here I contemplate on life
And its worldly things and I realize
Money can’t buy such beauty transformed
Within God’s hands!
An artist can’t quite capture its beauty
Painted upon canvas
And a poet can’t quite convey this feeling
Of serene in just mere words…
A photograph saved forever can’t remember
This moment in time…
By the quiet cool blue water…
Painted upon canvas
And a poet can’t quite convey this feeling
Of serene in just mere words…
A photograph saved forever can’t remember
This moment in time…
By the quiet cool blue water…
While she sings her song of lover’s embrace!
To have lived in this moment is to capture
within my heart and soul what pictures
And words could never paint
For the words do not ripple against
The wet embankment
And the poet can’t paint this sacred vision
within my heart and soul what pictures
And words could never paint
For the words do not ripple against
The wet embankment
And the poet can’t paint this sacred vision
Held within God’s hands…
I would place you here beside me
Gazing up into the tangerine filled night
And have you watch millions of ripples flowing
Sweetly towards you…
Have you hear the sweet silence falling
Upon the stars that brightly shine as a flickering light!
Gazing up into the tangerine filled night
And have you watch millions of ripples flowing
Sweetly towards you…
Have you hear the sweet silence falling
Upon the stars that brightly shine as a flickering light!
And when you leave this place you too will carry
A deep sadness
To have to leave this moment
Lived…
Held within God’s loving hands!
A deep sadness
To have to leave this moment
Lived…
Held within God’s loving hands!
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(This poem first appeared in God's Whispers, published in 2020, and available for free here.)
Eva Marie Cagley was born and raised in Waterloo Iowa, where she spent most of her time working with teenagers in a group home and at a Juvenile Detention Center as a counsellor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own. She comes from a large family of nine children having six brothers and two sisters. She has always had a love for poetry, and has published 4 poetry books of her own, including her latest The Airwaves of My Soul, available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle. She also authored God's Whispers available gratis as a digital book here. Connect with Eva via Email: eva.marie11@hotmail.com or cagley11@aol.com
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