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WITHIN GOD’S LOVING HANDS by Eva Marie Cagley

 

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! 
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. 
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 
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… 
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 
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! 
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!

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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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