Poem Body
We know starfish live in the ocean.
We know delicate wildflowers grow
between mighty mountain rocks.
We know that layers, upon layers
of sky swells above us, over us...
beyond us.
Sometimes, I think of such things.
However they came to be,
and whoever created such exultation,
I wonder...
do they know me, too?
Comments
Dear Lavender,
I see your wonderfully expressive and creative mind has been busy again. I ponder the same questions. My mind is a real mess right now.
*hugs, Cat
Hello, Cat,
A simple pondering in awe imagining that I live among such incredible creations. Sometimes I step back...everything is immaculately connected.
Thank you for reading!
L
The eternal question. If we
The eternal question. If we meet our maker, will she reveal herself to us or has she already done so in mother earth? Ruby :) xx
Hello, Ruby,
Love your comment. I see the face and spirit of our creator revealed in all these glorious things - it boggles my mind to know that I, a tiny speck, am included and a part of the big picture.
Thank you for reading!
Lx
The elusive creator
Whoever that may be. I think we all have our own interpretation and thoughts about them and have all pondered existence even in its simplest form. A beautiful, reflective piece that gives your reader something to consider.
Hello, Carrie,
I seem to ponder on this more and more as I get older. Thank you so much for reading, as always!
Lx